Ginik Ob

Memories are like visitors coming to pay us an august visit Sitting on my veranda I reminisce about my childhood I feel reawakened by the sweet sounds of okpotumtum I am refreshed by the serene breeze from the sweet natural bounty of mother earth I feel reawakened by the by the echoes of my infanthood Tyres and wheels drawing tribal marks as little innocent bodies sweat under the scorching sun The child of the raffia tree wither away to build a stomach infrastructure They filled our pockets with the hope of quenching hunger Standing in the rain, my ears are flooded with the sweet chants of rain go away come again another day They feel the desire to play again as the gathering clouds disappear into the rising sun The bullying heads creating an expression of gbongotio as I walk through the purple check republic Ginik ob an expression of my intellectual innocence