My heart itches me
like burning fire of the sun
when I hear ‘em declare
that we knew nothing at all, at all.
Proudly, they beat their drummy chests
like a jubilating chimpanzee
to tell us with their filthy fingers at us
that we’re nothing before they came to us.
They boast’d that we had no scept’r;
we had no locomotive metallic monst’rs;
we had no designers to cov’r our raw flesh.
But they’ve fail’d to know
that our land gave ‘em their riches today;
that our ways were to us very much absorb’d;
that people’s rule was born first in our land;
that our locomotive metallic monst’rs were our animals
which needed ev’n no oil to move;
that our clothes were natural,
coming from our fig trees and our animals.
We must let them know
that we absorb now some of their ways
just not because our aged ways are bad,
but to show that the world is still one.
Eche Ononukwe
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