I know an old man
Who likes sitting by the streets
Ragged he was
And always smiling too
With cracks here and there
He was called a lunatic
I cant say, I wont believe that
Knowledge he has
For he told me stories of brave men
Of great tribes on the mountains and hills
Of a land where women laughed when they dance
Of green fields of vast lands
Of places and peoples;
Cannibals and the ship pirates
I’ve listened
It was clear…
The ragged and dirty old man
Is truly wise and learned
The traveller is wiser

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at