I Remembered Home Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I remembered those tall trees,
I remembered those naked children
I remembered those mould houses,
I remembered where I was uprooted
I remembered home; a guiltless home.


I remembered those girls we touched
Their nipples and they died in excitement,
We hid away from mother and father
I remembered opening my mother's pot
To pick a piece of uncivilized little meat,
I remembered home; a fearless home.


I remembered those tales of Omalinze
I remembered the stream we swam,
I remembered those traps we set in the bushes
I remembered those children' fight we fought,
I remembered home; a shameless home.


We were never afraid of tomorrow fears,
We walked with no slippers and sandals,
We dreamt the dreams of a big city but
Now, the city hurt and haunt us miraclously.
A rootless city bore out of hatred,
I remembered home; a harmless home.


I remembered those wrestling competitions,
I remembered those cultures and traditions,
The unity despite cultural diversity.
I remembered those cups we shared together,
I remembered the field we played with one soul,
I remembered home; a painless home.


Who could believe home could be this bitter now?
Extremely serious in dealing with laughter?
Careerless home now occupy home wings,
Fellow against a fellow disorderly,
I still remember home; our home.



(C) John Chizoba vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016