Itoro Ekwere
@itoroekwere601298
10 months ago
We Knew This Path
In the dew of the dawn,
When the morning was still fresh and young,
The river bank was our kitchen.
When the morning choirs sing, we sang in accompaniment with the clashing of the spoons and plates and pots.
We washed our dirt and watched our brothers hunt tiny catfish.
Our fathers had gone this path in search of herbs.
Our mothers our pillers, had trade this path millions of dead decades, even the soil knows their names for their footprints was our password.
We had in countless sessions made sacrifices, for our women to be fruitful, Joggling pots on our heads and reciting enchanting charms, deep in our souls, we knew the angles were watching.
Our waters knows our imprint for in it dwells the cooling balm to our souls.
We discovered this route not Mungo Park but undocumentation has robbed us this history.
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