I just returned back from Okwa,
the only place I call home,
where my umbilical cord connects
where my first cry was heard
There could never be life without here
I just returned from Okwa
A long wearing walk it was
40km on foot.
Through an endless body of forest
Under fierce rainfall and tens of swelling rivers
And oh how my knees ache!
I just returned from Okwa
Drowning in the pool of my own tears
How things have changed
Amidst shattered schools, battered Healthcare
Broken souls, broken hopes
Yes things have changed
Only for the worst
I just returned from Okwa
Wondering if same clay moulded us all
Thinking just where we went wrong
amidst nature's gift we are bound to not enjoy
By the same nation sapping, yet forsaking us
Leonard Akwo
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
I just returned back from Okwa,
the only place I call home,
where my umbilical cord connects
where my first cry was heard
There could never be life without here
I just returned from Okwa
A long wearing walk it was
40km on foot.
Through an endless body of forest
Under fierce rainfall and tens of swelling rivers
And oh how my knees ache!
I just returned from Okwa
Drowning in the pool of my own tears
How things have changed
Amidst shattered schools, battered Healthcare
Broken souls, broken hopes
Yes things have changed
Only for the worst
I just returned from Okwa
Wondering if same clay moulded us all
Thinking just where we went wrong
amidst nature's gift we are bound to not enjoy
By the same nation sapping, yet forsaking us
Leonard Akwo
I’m often broken every time I think about where I come from