Nkporo: My Country Home 9 Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We climbed tress and played Okoso
Went fishing in the streams with
Hooks among the lethal weapons.
Happiness in my land as we grew.
things were not hard as we grew.
We learned to think as a man as we grew.
Forgetting the whirlwind of life and
It rumbling thundering storm.
When the goddess of the land
Is offended during new yam festival we settle with her.
So sweet a village, so sweet my home country Nkporo.
Nkporo Amaka every one sing
The people's paradise, home for all.
Home for the homeless, voice for the voiceless.
Nkporo Amaka, I am from that kind of hood where heroes are breed.