It’s Saturday evening in West Africa. I’m sitting outside peeling oranges. Apart from the dreamy breeze, this mouthful of oranges is the only comfort I’ve for being bored.
My hometown is beautiful. There are breath taking hills masked in green matter. There are streams, ponds, rivulets and waterfalls, rocks and ancient caves. There are bamboo forests and great valleys and settlements surrounded by hills. Wild life is exotic, so are plants too. This place gives me unquantifiable joy and inspiration each time I visit. Here is to celebrate Isuikwuato, my home!
I belong to you, Ovim and your hills that stand before the sunrise,
With shades of green and gold, old as the ages you paint the land
I belong to the Native drums that play beyond the hills
Calling on great men and mighty warriors to dance
I belong to the green forest and all life that call it home;
The swift flowing streams, rushing upon fine pebbles
And the ponds that hide under the cool shed of trees and bushes
I belong… To the countryside, pure and unharmed by man’s greed
I do not wish to discuss much about cities. Everybody knows that it’s a place full of people. Therefore noise, water and air pollution is common.
I think cities can be desirable to Nature lovers if every household own at least two trees. What if forests are embedded in city plans? BTW reforestation is a key ally in our fight against global warming and climate change.
That’s it for the day. Good night.