Songs On The Rusty Path Poem by Uwakmfon Inwang

(Cheerful drum)

The wheels of my bicycle rolling with ease,
I ride along the rusty path of gray hairs.
The greetings of children on bare foot keeps me warm as I smile at the sight of harmony and love.

I hear a thousand voices,
chanting and hooting victory songs as they march tirelessly to battle fields.

I am greeted by rainbow colors of e`kong,
beautifully crafted and fortified with the spirit of Isemin.
Africa! A melting pot of cultures,
rich and unique in it style.

At twilight, the moon beams slowly at the roof, radiating it beauty and warmth.
Beneath it, giggles and claps are heard,
young and elegant maidens, shaking their nkwa isin to the rhythm of ibi`de.

The sand becomes soothing,
with it, mansions are built.
Stories live in the lips of gray hairs as they tell unending tales of legends.