Tales Of My Homeland. - by Yahweh's Delight ✨❤️‍🔥

‎Let me tell you a story.‎One filled with joy, sorrow, tears and laughter.‎One filled with the congenial sound of the gong-gong and the shekere ‎The wails of the talking drum and Ichaka.‎‎The enticing steps of the dancers.‎Their body movements telling a story and their feet marking their territory, with every beat they dance to.‎‎The alluring aroma of the Amala and Ewedu, Egusi and FuFu.‎The rich smell of the Tuwo-Shinkafa.‎Amongst many mouth watering delicacies fills the air.‎‎Tales by moonlight, everyone seated on the cold ground as they listen to the firm voice of mama.‎She tells the story of their forefathers and how they have blessed their land.‎‎A land so fertile that sprouts out milk and honey.‎A land so green, green for all.‎The farmers and headmen working together to make sure there's more than enough for their community.‎‎Let me tell you a story.‎One filled with lost thoughts, confusion and had I known.‎One filled with the cries of the men of our home as they till and cultivate the soil.‎Their sweats, tears and blood only a reminder that they work for someone now.‎Earning little to nothing or a good beating.‎‎A story filled with the songs of the women of our land.‎A song asking for a saviour.‎A song asking "where did it all go wrong?"‎A song filled with regrets, hurts and pain.‎‎Their children are sold out as slaves or to be used to satisfy the pleasure of their masters.‎Their smiles have been wiped away and their lips sealed shut, that they can only cry in silence.‎And even in that silence, they keep praying to their God's to spear their lives.‎‎Let me tell you a story.‎A story about a flag.‎With the colour green and white, with splatters of red.‎A story that fills the heart with sadness each time it's told.‎But even in the captivity of the white man, we still had unity in diversity.‎‎Now listen to this story.‎A story of how we all came together.‎Dropping our unique difference of culture to work together and take back what was once ours.‎‎A story filled with joyful tears.‎As Daddy returns home from the farm with bountiful harvest for the family.‎And mummy prepares a wonderful meal for the family and neighborhood.‎The happy feet and blare of laughter as the children return to the ever open arms of their homeland.‎‎The pit-pat of the raindrop brings more joy to their souls and bodies.‎"freedom at last." they breath out.‎And now, they all dance to the rhythm of their land.‎‎So now you have heard of this story.‎A story that will pass on to generations yet unborn.‎One that will never end.‎About a land, a country and a home known as NIGERIA.‎

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