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Sprawled across a fertile land,
On a hill overlooking a quiet river
Where the rains come once in a while
And when it does, it is a fine luxury
Trees stand, here and there
Occurring once upon a place
Grasses are seldom seen, the sand most often
The palmwine* taste absolutely sweet
But in the mug we see dead drunk bees
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The skies are blue; original, authentic
The river, flooded with the big rains
Quiet are the calm nights, cold mostly
But the early morning belongs to the sun
The people like everyone else, smileful
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In the mornings, the children play on the sand
When there was no chores, or when all was boring
The noon; lazy, the sun bake away, tanning everyone
In the heat, everyone seek out a shed, a citadel
The evenings are mild, sometimes unnecessarily hot
Then scorpions will find their way out for some air
In the nights the dogs bark to disturb the peace
Making all wonder what they might have seen
And when these all merge, they produce a small village
One placed somewhere, where the moon shine bright
And the sun a steady member of the community!
Note: Tudun Amba is a suburb of the capital city of Lafia, Nasarawa state. I am currently residing in this ancient city of Northern Nigeria. The North of Nigeria is somewhat hotter than the South.
Palmwine: a tasty white African wine tapped from the Raffia palm and other special palm trees, consumed as a beverage or as alcohol when fermented.
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