Pain Of Our Ancestors

Pain Of Our Ancestors prose poem

Uploaded by Akadri Kareem

I take my trip to the land of black called Africa
where my ancestors live and rule for thousand years.
They are like a thunder and dove
they never weak nor shaky always at their feet.
This is the land of numerous climates
which the morning weather is differ from afternoon
why afternoon is differ from night
every month climate differ from one another
it never too hot nor too cold.
The only continent to have stretched
from the northern temperature
to the southern temperature zone.
The mountains and hills are signs of blessing.
The trees, seas and the beautiful oceans
are the nature beauty of the kingdom.
When the wind blows, trees branches swing around
why the mountains give the melody
and the seas gives her acrobatic dance.
This is the land of religious and belief
where every man perform his duty
as it required in his own religion.
This is a land where a father can be a Muslim
why his wife can be a Christian
and their children can be a traditional believers
with all these there is peace and harmony.
This is a land culture and tradition
where large diversity of ethnicities
and languages are hosted
where boys will wake up in the morning
and prostrate to greet their parent
why girls will kneel down with her two kneel .
A land of culture, tradition and respect
where you have to prostrate in front of your
newly wed wife family before you have their daughter.
A land of discipline and custom
where u dare not speak when an elder is speaking
for all this beautiful and adorable tradition
we lost our way and wondering in wilderness.
We neglect our culture and forget our origin
as a result of suppress by colonials.
Our ancestors are weeping and depress
for we have fully taken what doesn’t belong to us
Death and destruction as a golden civilization
They made many a foolish wise man
who will steal and sold his fatherland
for money and for his comfort illustrious life.
Our land now produces more devil wise man
They became more vicious to the land and people.
They neglect the works of our ancestors
The land is weeping and in agony
The beautiful mountain is getting hot in the winter
why the adorable sea is drying in raining season.
Our ancestors is angry and nervous
I don’t know and I am not sure
if the present will take us back to the past
where you can left your money for a week outside
and you will still meet it their
back to where you will meet your newly wed
wife has virgin with dignity & respect
where there is shame and consequence
for your action and inaction.
We have walked ourselves where the road was blocked
Time for us to go back to our origin has come
The land our ancestors fight hard to build
Time to embrace our culture and tradition
promote our language and product.
This is the land for young, old, black and white
let embrace ourselves and value our things
For this black is a Golden Skin.

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A young and energetic poet who is fortunately from Nigeria . Working and studying political science at IIMTS afflicted to Mahatma Gandhi University . I have vowed to speak for the masses and inspire the young people who are the future of our beloved nation .
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