A Village Morning
Early risers, who a foot-path thronged,
While the stars up above still twinkled,
Jungle creatures yet asleep roused.
Armed with varying sizes of calabash,
Villagers to a distant water-hole rushed.
Oh, how sweet it was, life in the village
Back in the day, when male and female,
Young and old, along the way defecated;
Their behinds with corn-cobs tidied up,
In gender-segmented pools took a bath!
Females chattering, or love songs singing,
Their ebony-black bodies scrubbed clean.
Men, out Tilapia fish, one or two, to catch,
Their level best with a cast net did, in silence.
After lovers sweet nothings had said and done,
To potable water’s segment headed one and all.
With wet, laundered clothes held in one arm-pit,
In tandem on every head sat a water-calabash.
Lagos, 2014-02-23
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