Poetry

TRADITION By Adesunwon Babatunde Habideen

Written by Editor

The wind and the sunset

Make hay for my return

After a long redundant journey

Which traverse me out of time,

Now, home calls for my return.

 

Journey, which takes me afar,

Putting loneliness in my heart,

Making solitude the best friend of mine,

Yet, bring me the memories of home.

 

The city of tranquility and peace

Where my little brother play at dawn

And my little sister plait her hair

Where my mother calls out to her begotten,

Protecting them from unnecessary danger,

Which she could not overlook.

 

Home of our Father’s birth

Where the dialect is emphasize

And the tradition as our utmost priority

Which the Elder pass to their young

And the old praises it existence.

 

Tradition and culture are the curriculum

Which must be impacted to our lifestyle

Teaching the morals and values of our land.

And the city must visit the heritage.

 

Indeed, I look forward to my days

When our kids will learn the culture

Cherishing their tradition and heritage

Which is bestow on us by nature

And pass to us by our ancestors.

 

Tradition and culture must stay alive,

To put forward our village order;

Creating the peace and tranquility in us,

Which must pave it way among our youth.

 

Days of our fathers and ancestors

Which I yearn for its sincerity

And must come with me,

For I must journey my way home

Then await its beauty,

The beauty of culture and tradition.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.