Homeland

There was such a time in our homeland
When your wife and babies would visit their places of worship
And you, the house husband, wouldn’t have to worry about their safe return.

There was such a time in this land of ours
When speaking your damn cocky mind would only invite derisive snorts
And not stones and odds at the behest of a God.

There was once a time in Nigeria
When gifts were not dangerous and being different was sexy
Then we knew nothing of judging and condemning except that which fruits evil.