Tonight, we gathered like babes,
under the light of the silver crescent.
When the day was worn out
and the sun, weary from the day’s heat.
We sang ancient songs
to the tunes of our forefathers,
and watched our women gyrate
in the dance steps of our mothers.
We drank native wine
from wooden calabash and clay pots
just as our fathers did;
our feet’s thumped against raffia mats
as beads danced on our waists and ankles.
Tonight, I searched the sky for stars
but found none;
so I looked around and saw happy children
chattering, dancing, playing and singing.
Then I knew that what ‘Papa’ and ‘Mama’ taught u
will live beyond this age.