Written by: Abolade Abel Ishola
I am but, living on a borrowed time and borrowed culture
I am but, an alien to the present form of civilization
Which deflect my culture and tradition
When though my eyes open to borrow
I have lost my originality and dwells in colon atmosphere
Inadequately or wrong termed civilization
That bastardizes our original concept of culture.
My old man never had a wrist watch
but, he had a very good ideal of time
My forefather never wore a shirt neither trouser
but, he always dressed elegantly in typical Africa attire
He did not go to school
but, he communicate fluently with his friends
He never watch television
but, he is very much abreast of news
My identity, I have lost
in the hand of dog, chasing is tall;
Which will never get nor feel.
Silent.........
(c)abolade abel ishola2005