Alkebulan in ancient times past
A pithy narration of its scenic cast:
Mother holds a child hand in hand
With another strapped on her back
Trudging along an open footpath
The market day's aftermath.
Fathers back from the farms
From the forest where they hunt for animals
Bring home their produce and catch
For the wives to cook soup and starch.
Children playing hide and seek
Toddlers innocent and meek
Soil molded on their feets
Building makeshift abode for stones and sticks.
Picturesque setting
The sun on a red hue garment, dusk's beauty
Trees and greenery
Surround mud and thatch huts, breathtaking scenery.
Young boys and girls coming from the stream
Clay pots balanced on their heads, walking in a team
Taunting and laughing all it seems
Sunset cast shadows across their bodily rims.
Clothed in rural wrappers
And traditional beads, as they dance under the stars
They've all had supper,
Some sit on mats listening to folktales from grandfather.
© Grace Orobosa
Eccentric pen ✍️.
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