When I walked about my culture

When I walked about my culture, my gallant eyes saw a bash stream of notorious peaceful winds of excitement. A citadel of superstition beliefs has since ages rented the air of my ancestors tomb dwellings with impunity.

I laughed and cried at the same time, it was indeed an awkward experience. Be that as it may be, I still treasure the people in my hinterland, they seem happy and content even though poverty has eaten deep into the fabrics of their thoughts. I love Africa and I would always wear the skin colour of my continent even if I become the most famous writer of my generation.

From: Bulututu Ozuah