A PIECE FROM MY HERITAGE

*I want to trend

Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend

I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier

I'm tired of the tick tack of the modern switch

I want the moon and stars like life was earlier

I'm done with bulbs which when old start to twitch

I want a type writer to capture what I write in my book

I'm tired of computers where all I do's Facebook

I want to revert to the quiet life of my ancestors

I want the warmth of watching the stars

I want to eat beef steamed in Earthenware

Beef with the touch of smoke and of love and care

I'm tired of the modern meat whose source is never clear

I want a meal served hot on her knees complemented by millet beer

I want a home, a real home with an artful grass thatched house

A traditional home with a hound for me and a cat in case of any Mouse

I'm fed up of the modern roofs which roast as if we're pork

I want an affair that's free of silly social media talk

I want a place she and I can have peaceful evening walks

And her eyes not having to watch out for cars

I want someone simple enough to pride in her scars

Open and proud of her weaknesses,one laughter sincerely chokes

I want someone whose thighs will be warm hidden

Someone who won't dare do the forbidden

Not one who'll go at dusk and return at dawn

I want not a queen for that will make me her pawn

Someone who'll give me a massage,not send me to the parlors

One who's content and natural, not painted in colors

Who’ll together with me do laundry, not a laundry machine

I want someone who'll be contented with the little beard on my chin

I want a life like that of my grand father

Small family, moderate success, a wife who isn't a bother

I want a simple life that will give even my enemies peace

I want Africa; I want a bit of my heritage, just a piece

I want that life frozen in sphinx and sculpture

I want to busk in the glory of African culture*

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