My Trip to a Homeland

Tall trees, green grasses

A lot of flowers, a sight so pretty

Canoes sail, underneath the bridge

Bridges all clear, no scenes

Straight roads, curved turnings

Smooth roads, big worry

Roads all clear, lot of checkpoint

Diversion, mind settled

Advancing ahead, Benin to Ore

Hold ups, dirty cars

Gala boy, water girl

Bread here, boli there

Now a big porthole, a smile appears

Another porthole, flooded before

Muddy and red, lil drops of water

Splashing across the windshield

Nigeria at last

Ore to Ondo

Small roads, sharp turnings

Elevated roads, no warning

Bridges ahead, hidden behind the grasses

And then that sound, the flight in the air

Buh just as swift, a world class driver

That aroma again, the fav akara spot

Brown and dry, my stomach rumples

A hundred naira worth with a bottle of water

On my way to Ife

This ancient town

Known as the cradle of Yoruba land

Lots of memories, taught in primary skul

The tall staff of oranmiyan, that stretches almost into the sky

The forest of bamboos, where I scratched my name into

Along with many others, on an excursion trip to the zoo

A long time ago, sure we all grow one day

And then the Great university of ife

The Obafemi Awolowo University, and then its bye bye Ife

Turns and curves, portholes and ditches

I see the clouds, in their various forms

The atmosphere changing, rainy and then clears

Sleep forms, but cant leave the sights

And so I sing a song, to ease the mood

I watch the leaves bow, as the car speeds by

And reflect on his words, “I’LL RAISE UP STONES AND TREES TO WORSHIP ME”

And then another town, appears at the horizon

The city of Ede, another town in Osun state

And now little villages, cows and chickens

Old men and women, dogs and goats

Boiled corns, palmoil also for sale

I see plantains, now where is my wara?

And just then, the seller screams

I see a figure running towards my side

And then at the glass, the voice, WARA DINDIN

The fried wara,my mouth waters

Don’t say am a glutton, I don’t get to eat this everyday

And so sure I am, I am almost there

I set my mind at thst special Akara, called “Akara Ogbomosho”

And yes,that’s where I am heading to

The beautiful city called Ogbomosho

Where a lot of memories exist, it feels good to know am almost back there

And then the lot of places I once knew, lot of friends I chill with

And at last I see the clear green grasses, with touches of flowers in their midst

I close my eyes, its time to sleep

Ogbomosho at last, I’ll always call home

In less than 20 minutes, I’ll be home

Travelling for 7 hours by road, that headache again

Buh am used to it, thanks to Akara Ogbomosho