(To Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart.)
In our remote distant village town
Our grand father had once told us
What were dooms to African.
This the white men
Once upon a time called civilization.
They came with their den gun
That overcame the strength of our bow
Overwhelmed gun shot the bullet
In the speed that delay us a distant pause
That came knocked us unaware.
The same time they preached
What violate our norms
Those who follow not our culture unchanged
Violate the soil that owns the land.
Our own brother in white man’s clone
Coated our skin with semi colour membrane
White men’s powder.
You overcame your black countenance
And you must remember.
By us that owned the man
Because he refused all you’ve accepted
This we called abomination.
Unto the very white mouth that called
Us uncivilization, they hung him down
And buried the hero not in a state of heroism.