I have found my home,
The driblet of blood on my face,
Now wiped in a jiffy.

The struggle of our smart professionals,
To sell their trade to the world,
Rejected it was without remorse,
A driblet of blood for us to wipe.

The Hell Gate be closed,
The paradise be opened,
The passage of moon be taken,
With these, wisdom be learned,
Rejection: a forgotten thing it will.

Down deep in the valley of death,
Their hearts now trail,
Dead they are but fear no death,
The time to live again has come.

Who says I shouldn't dress in my way?
Imported things; my way not,
My heart, alive not dead like yours,
My culture will I esteem.

Come to my abode,
Where passage of moon is,
Then you will relearn what you know,
With wisdom of the elders as guide,
Then your heart will live again.

A new home you will find,
Your driblet of blood will be wiped,
Your rejection will disappear,
Just if you can relearn with wisdom,
But can you?

©Emaculate Ife 2016

BACKGROUND: Nigerian children nowadays no longer sit to listen to the words of the elders. They prefer to watch Television and follow the white men culture blindly to learning from the elders. They believe the elders are old school and by so doing, the children lose some parts of their culture. It's high time Nigerian children learnt from the elders for their brain is filled of wisdom and experience. It's high time they had more knowledge about their culture.