The villages woke up
In the early light of the day
Preparations were daily routines
Farming and make shift tents for schools
Children fresh faces and free
There were no tainted in minds and spirits
They woke up to the smell of morning coffee
The poorer ones had nothing
When the sun silver rays shone
Casting its warmth and heat
The children walked a few kilometers
Where they were taught of an education
Lives in the village
Sunrise and sunset practically predictable
There weren't many exciting events
They lived what they could find in the forests
The older folks gathered around
In the shady tent they sat and talked
Some with wrinkled skins and aged
Others smoke pipes telling stories
Of the times when they were warriors
Marching into thick forests killing games
Of wild boars and tigers and elephants
Sometimes headhunting enemies in the forests
They smile and tapped each other
Those were days all gone as they knew
The world came and they didn't prepare
The white folks came thought them a new religion
Slowly they discarded the own way of lives
They adopted the new trends and habits
With it they had their share of problems
Diseases came to swallow their lots
The ancient medicines forgotten
The new generation didn't know
They were depended on the white folks
Now the educated ones started the change
Then they heard the commotion
They went up and walked to the sound
“Oh it was Jargon back from the city
And Broken Tooth and who is she.....”
Jargon waved at the crowd
He knew them since he was small
Broken Tooth one of those rascals then
Today he smile a long time away from home
The villagers flocked in
Jargon brought up some food
Rice, milo, coffee powder, flour
Tins of biscuit, sweets and sugar
The model slowly walked up the wooden planks
She was happy to be back on her soil
Her eyes scanned the people
The villagers she knew way back when she was small
The years in the city
Making a name in cover magazines
She hadn't forgotten her village
Here it was home
She had changed her clothing
The way the villagers worn it
As she approached her paternal grandfather
She was crying with her tears
“Grandpa I am back!”
She knelt down kissed his hands
The old man with misty eyes
His favorite granddaughter
She held her grandfather's hand
Walking on the wooden planks
The other older guys looking at her
“Our little girl is so different now!”
In the long house
There was a celebration
The grandfather didn't want to keep quiet
His grand daughter back in the village
Some food and drinks
Some dancing in the long house
The village folks came to enjoy
The night was noisy and fun
Broken Tooth with Jargon
They were the best of friends
Way back in their childhood
Now they sat sharing jokes
The tribe representatives came
Unannounced to the villagers
They brought with them food and money
They went to discuss with the elders
“We know how hard your village is
We hear your complaints and suffering
To night we brought you food and money
Our leaders heard your pleas”
The elders nodded their heads
“You should talk to our representative over there
The one wearing a green color blouse and long pant
She will tell you what she thinks”
The two men approached the model
“Hello..we haven't met have we?”
“I don't think so I just returned today
What you want to talk to me?”
“The elders asked us
So here we are
We brought food and money
For these villagers”
“You forgot your root?
You sold yourself to the devil
Every election you will bring
Food and money”
“Look we don't come here to argue
We just want to help these poor villagers”
“No you aren't have that intention
You just want their votes so your leaders can plunder”
“Our villagers have enough
Of you and your leaders
You think you give us peanuts
We will be happy now?”
“This state election
I want change for my people
You were one of us
How come you become greedy?”
“In the old days
I think your head will be chopped off
In the forest and keep it as a trophy”
The 2 men were angry but they kept quiet
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