By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The powerful village
Who looks deserted
And accommodates more.

This village has more children
Outside her province
Toiling for survival each day.

She keeps calm and expectant
Wishing to see them at the end
of the year.

Some pays homage to her
While some calls her evil
And still denies the fact that they ever came in contact with her
Thereby calling a civilized soil
Sweet mother.

This powerful village produces
the best anywhere
And still looks timid in some places.

The powerful village where all
and sundries comes from
Who still accommodates them
at the point of retirement

Even when she had been neglected
She still welcomes them at the
point of exit
Giving them a comfortable
Portion of farewell.