I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Before the albinos
visited,
Unity shielded
Our households,
We were one,
In minds and hearts.
They came,
And sowed discords
Amongst brothers,
They divided the patterns
That kept us for ages.
We thought
It was a joke,
They built their worship centers
In evil forest,
Like folktales,
Our sons and daughters
Converted.
Our children
Abandoned our ways,
Changed their names;
Joseph and Mary,
Their new identity.
Ikemuefuna and Afamuefuna
An evil names,
They wagged war
Against our shrines
With holy water.
Calling our Chi,
All manner of names
They adore their saints
And tag our idi ichies
Demons.
Omenala bu Omenala
Our cultures and traditions
Descrated,
By our children,
Who call themselves
New converts.
Who did this to us?
Mmadu or Mmuo?
Are we not still slaves to albinos?
Indeed! Things have fallen apart,
Many eyes upon the Cross.
Published: 21 April, 2022.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem celebrates Africa culture, ways and life before the whiteman visited the shores of African continent.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Yes Yes Yes!
All truths a poet to be historic straddles the ages and lives within its pages
Even those yet written!
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