Africa culture/tradition folklore Nature Pastoral

Homesick rhyme

I’m coming back, that’s my happiness
Tell the strong boys and beautiful girls,
Get the boys to gather much wood
And the girls to sweep the compound
I have got many stories for all, haha
So get ready, our nights will be longer!
Go on, run along now, and tell them

Tell Mama that her smiles gives me joy
Tell Papa that town won’t corrupt his boy
That I sing my heart out whenever I remember home,
Tell my siblings to hold on fast,
For I’ll be home before they knew it
Tell them I hunger for palm wine beer
And that I miss my people and land so much

Tell the hunters to prepare their guns,
Tell the farmers to clear the farthest land,
That I’m ready to hunt the deep forests
And ready to sow a lot of cassava stems
Tell everyone to get ready for moonlight tales
For I’ll tell the tale of the tallest giraffe
And how he ate the sickly moon half!

Africa Nature Pastoral

In Ovim 2

Good morning. I promised to take some shots during my morning walk. I’m not a good photographer though.There’s a thick fog this morning. These kind of buildings are common in the village. It hasn’t been long since the mud house went out of fashion. With high rate of poverty, it’s hard to afford good housing in rural areas.In Africa it’s custom to say greetings to people you meet on the way. In Ovim we say Ndewo and Iboola as greeting. If you won’t greet, people might think you’re uncultured. So this is a tip: whenever you’re in Africa make sure you say hi to people.I saw some soldier ants on their early morning drill. These little guys are notorious. I recall my experience when I was living with my late granny. Each night I had to pour insecticides around our poultry cage to keep them away. They are known to hijack food stored in the house. They even steal livestock too! I caught the sun rising. You can see the hill top on the background. As the village is located on a valley, it’s easy to capture the surrounding hills from any location. If you go closer then you can find out how big the hill is. I’m not passing through that route today. Maybe some other time. Ovim is characterized by hills and valleys. There are many trees too. Most common is the palm which grow wild and in clusters. As the dusty harmattan wind gradually appear, green shrubs dry and turn brown.By the roadside there’s a pool. In the past, I’ve seen people drink from it. Some streams, ponds and rivers in Ovim are designated ‘no fishing zone.’ Older folk believe Ovim is situated on a rock. Further up the road there is Orie market. As we can see the stalls are empty because today is not a major market day. People from all over the state buy and sell here. There are bars where people go to drink local palm wine, beer or soft drinks. They also sell pepper soup. This is the entrance to our Eze’s home. Eze is a traditional ruler in Igboland. Igbo people are republicans and believe in equal rights and privileges. Igbo customs do not regard kingship much as it’s believed that all male is king in their homes.I’m going back to town today. See you all later.


The Countryside

Evening airs bring blessings to the sleepy hamlet
The cute hut chimneys churn out thick smoke
And the smoke scatter once they meet the wind
The smoke suggest cooking food; fresh cabbage
With cooked brown beans and fried Salmon
Which was caught in the early morning,
Just off the hamlets quiet but great rivulet
The rivulet came from the hills, up there
Crashing noisefully through the pine forest
And cruising softly as it approached the hamlet
Beside the waters, a dairy mooed away the day
Fresh green grass fields surface here and there
The cows love the smell it gave in the evening
At the back of the forest, boys fish and swim
Gathering several shells and stray crabs for soup, 
Watching the still waters flow peacefully to town
While the sun set behind the great hills before them
Tasty men, home from the Deer forests
Gather with game: mountain goats and some deer
At the rivulet, they keep their quarry for a quick bath
Behind the gardens, mothers cut vegetables and pick snails
The color of the evening changing with each passing wind
Birds quack and fly away, the echelon an amazing sight
Across the wild and cloudy horizon
A signal to all to gather, back to the huts safety, 
For it was time to seal the day in the countryside


The Stream, Kpere

Then I heard your drift,
Flowing through the forest
Washing men’s nakedness…

When there was love
When on the stream side I sit
Trying to peer thru the tall shrubs
I saw the white clouds
Clear as the sweet spring water
Leaping in joyful haste,
In boundless ecstasy
Washing the little rocks
Pulling pebbles along
Giving a taste to the hungry soil
Pushing the brown crab about
Carrying all, even a stray serpent
The clannish green ferns
Nodding towards one another
Wave always with the streams tide
Enjoying the serene acre
Of all green abundance
Further ahead, the swift current
Pours off the rocky waterfalls
A tamed forest of some sort
The birds call from the treetops
Partridges, passing pigeons and Hawks
Howling from the vast bush
All admiring the sight, perhaps
Which can not be accustomed to
Each day the stream side
Look renewed and the greens fresher
The tendrils of the bamboo soft
And the heap of huge rocks
Standing, a giant monument
The fishes in the stream
Swim about like mock kings,
Sometimes turtles come around
Sluggish, looking tired, even
When nothing they must have done
But the waters flow on
In joyful haste and ecstasy

The Kpere stream is in Umudinja, Ovim in Nigeria. Umudinja itself is a growing town and has several communities. The stream area harbors big rocks and exotic species of flora and reptiles. It is a fine distance from human dwelling.
Childhood memories include seeing dangerous reptiles of different sizes on the stream side, mostly snakes. The fishes are not eaten, and some are as big as a mans two hands combined! The stream serves many communities as water source, but with the coming of the pipe borne water it has been abandoned and wild animals like hyena, wild dogs and pythons are said to have been sighted in the vicinity and the near forests.

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A night rain

Oh it rains again
The clouds stomach rumbles
This quiet evening of soft breezes
Strong bashing up the pan
At least the pan has found a companion tonight
And up these village hills
I can hear the swooshing trees
Pray for some mercy
When will the pan drummers ever stop?
And the happy frog choir?
Will the lightning come too?
Hope you; the rain falls even more
Till this weak brown eyes close finally

The night rains are soothing and the poet seems to be describing the music that comes as a lullaby from the hits of the rain drops on the pan.