I carry them everywhere I go
Away to England
How can I leave my children
And run to  safety?
Men, women gathered surprised
Under an ancient Udala tree ( Star Fruit )
Of their battles over the fallen tree its fruit a taboo.
A fruit to the spirits the shadowy outline of a spirit
The senseless war , hoped it would end soon
For quarrels we do not look for
But when your quarrels finds us
We would crush you
We never run from our homeland
Bumpy dirt roads lined by tall grasses
The marshy roads
The looming three  story a country home
Near the thatched fence
At the white and dark lines  elaborate curves
A piece of ( Nzu ) cleanser to the guests.