THOSE HILLS OF MKAR
Recalling those long ago days of mine in Mkar
Tripping and meandering up those rocky Hills
Lost in thoughts,surrounded by beautiful greenery
The joy of quietness far away from life’s crowd
Feeling heavenly peace and solace everywhere
Gboko sprawls away with rooftops of unfeeling cement fumes
Sitting on my rocky armchair i close my eyes
Wondering what Lagos and future has conspired for me.
Or should i stay back here, around these peaceful hills?
In my mind’s eye i see the school, my students and Principal Gerna
The staff room,the NKST American missionaries from Michigan
Miss Karnemart,Mrs Gardiner, Mr Skopje or so and the CIA spy
Opening my eyes an orchard of guavas waves in the distance
But “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac holds me back softly,sweetly