Travel Into Time Poem by Raimi Babatunde

I want to drive the distance
with blast from the past
see mother nature in her purest form
and hear the sounds of the wind.

I want to tune in the music so loud
and sing along with the rhythm of the art.
How so therapeutic this would be.

But how can I? In a country so blessed
yet, so rich and so poor
plagued with corruption and disruptions.

How do I travel into time with the blast from the past
and enjoy countryside scenaries,
Please, let's fix Africa, so we can always travel into time...