THE HOUR CLOCK

Can we have the good old days back?

When we wake up in the morning and meet

 our first task of sweeping the compound 

with our special brooms after morning 

devotion, greeting mum and dad and 

greeting the day from the big pot of 

calabash of water to wash away all 

nightmares and welcome the day with 

freshness as the cold water drips down the 

face...

As we await the sun to rise from the east, 

we were kept company by our nature 

supervisors during the sweeping tasks

The whistling, chirping and chants from 

the beautiful and colourful birds the 

universe blessed us with will lead you to 

sweeping rhythmically and dancing to the 

fine tune from the fine morning as the dew

 sweeps through those innocent face of 

yours...

Once you were done with your task, 

the males go hunting for grasses to feed the

 livestock

The females dashes to the traditional 

kitchen where cobs of maize covered with 

soothes of dark smoke hangs helplessly 

waited for the next planting season

The females carefully remove the ashes 

from the previous cooking in the tripod 

area and sets the stage for fresh meals to be 

made and shared for all to enjoy in love and

 unity chanting and gulping the balls of fufu

 happily as breakfast from the family 

general dish calabashes

The younger ones would keep a straight 

face when they want to steal fish or meat 

under their parents nose...

Once they succeed, they hide their big or 

small catch beneathe their fufu balls and

 gulp it down innocently 😅😅😅

We were visiting, we were sharing time and

 values, we were innocently chanting and 

paying attention to every folk tales

that came out from the grey headed rare

 gem amongst men during those moonlight

 tales moments

We were not scared of dancing around with

 our pants and wandering aimlessly 

hunting and searching for what was not 

looking for us and tagged it hide and seek

We lived longer, we lived happily, we learnt

 together and supported one anothers 

vision and goals as some would sell their 

plots of land to see a ward from their clan 

were educated...

We ate fresh meals made from mommas

 delicacy daily not from freezer delicacy 

We hardly fall ill, we were so scared when 

we see human corpse of the aged and not 

the young during funerals

And suddenly, boom!

Just like the impact of a trigger on the fore 

breast, evolution began

We no longer postrate to greet- the big 

calabash pot, our duty post not even our 

parents a hard long forgotten tale

We no longer move freely without 

overcoming the walls and bridges we've

 built within us

For the fear of whatever wall or bridge 

we've not defeated coz of pride

We can't even share, cheer, and lead the 

share for the ward support

We disrupt the very planet we have been

 given and even nature at times seem to be 

unforgiven when it strikes with its pains

Where are the morning dews?

Where are the calabash of water to wash

 away this blurry vision for us to see the 

real picture and find what was missing- 

love 

Where did we miss it?

Is nature revolving or we are revolving 

nature to the jeopardy of the future?

Is the hour clock still ticking or we are 

ticking the hour clock ourselves just for our

 self's self?

Can we really rebuild the broken wall?

If yes! Let it begin with your very own  self

In your very home

In your very town

In your very world

Time is ticking...oh the hour clock

Your Turn:

Leave a remarkable impact in your life today, in your home today, in your town today, in your world today

Have a beautiful day ahead