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Chalya Goli
@chalyagoli
1 year ago

On My Way Home.

I am going home,
To the land of my fore fathers,
To rest in the bossom of my kinsmen,
To be fed with the dish of my ancestors.

I am going home,
To my mother's farm where this treasure is hidden, amwam seeds,
To the river where my mother and her mother before her peeled and washed the amwam.

I am going home,
To my mother's kitchen,
To cook amwam like my ancestors did,
Let its aroma visit the the neighbors' houses,
An invitation for a feast.
"You haven't really cooked amwam until you have shared it with your neighbor"
My people always say.

I am going home,
Where I can sit on a wooden stool,
Wash my hands and eat without anyone saying it's not hygienic.
Let me lick my fingers and click my tongue, savouring the taste of this delicacy.
Let me enjoy the food of my ancestors the right way.

I am on my way home,
Over the hills of Plateau,
Down the valleys of the State,
Into the lowlands of Southern Plateau,
To the Tarok people and culture,
To the flavors of home.

#Poetry
#FlavoursOfHome

Written by:
Chalya Goli