Who would have thought of water being sold in a shop?
Ewers or guard then in tins
But now we see different
We have seen it all
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this poem calls for sober reflections. What is happening to our very own creativity...it is really painful that these days very little is OUR handiwork.
The traditional Nigerian or rather African economic activities continue to suffer total degradation such that local craftsmen are rendered unemployed. This poem depicts this awful state of affair.
We have seen it all! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.