A Village Morning
By George Amadi
Early risers, who a foot-path thronged
Whilst the stars up above still twinkled,
Jungle creatures still asleep alas, roused!
Armed with varying sizes of containers,
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, on the way, bowels let go;
Their behinds with corn-cobs tidied up,
In gender-segmented pools then, bathed!
Females chattering, or love songs singing,
Their ebony-black bodies scrubbed clean.
Men, out Tilapia fish, one or two, to catch,
Their utmost with a cast net did in silence.
After lovers sweet nothings said and did,
To clean water-hole wended one and all.
With wet clothes placed on one shoulder,
On everyone’s head sat a water-calabash.
Lagos, 2014-02-23
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