Tuesday, 12 May 2009


I don't have a problem with where I come from
I am proud of my origin
Thick curly hair, lips pouting wide
Eyes widespread oval with deep pools of light
Rhythm in my soul, dancing in my stride
Feet placed on the ground
As wide hips pulsate
Skin of bronze and luminous
Voice of ancient melodies
Jibes at my origin underline peculiarities
The wealth of a man is his enemies
Envious of how great he has become

So next time you sit next to me
Look into my eyes; you will see them dance
Proudly to those ancient drums
Melodies I bring along from my native motherland

Omo Okolo copyright reserved 2000

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