West African Verses Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

Hark, hark my soul, Hark, oh my people. We leap but we miss them not! Birth, marriage and the cessation! They are the make up of our beings, For good or bad. How we are born, Plays a key role in our humanity, A vital link to our marriage, Whether blissful or odious! Birth, marriage pulsate death and burial! What is now my role? But to wish them all, A noble birth, Cool loving, A long drawn kiss, As the hen comes to roost!