Under the moonlit sky she parted her hair,
Bamboo brush in her hand, trying to redesign the “mess”
A few strands desecrated the cozy air,
But it is “Afro”, what do you expect?
Around the bonfire many stories were heard
Of black hair history and how to wear your hair;
Motoboh, long long, Bakala, Dada
With pride, flaunt your hair, pass the culture to your heirs!!
So, with fingers manoeuvring her scalp,
She tilted her head to the back
Reminiscing the aura of the “Middle passage”
She let her braids as beautiful
as her school grades pass on the message;
“Afro” is our heritage, no need trying to have it caged!!
With its locs made of black pearl and diamond curls
Suitable for every ebony….brown skin girl,
Wear it like a glory and never feel sorry!!
For I am my mother’s daughter
and I let my “Afro” grow like the eucalyptus tree;
Untamed, unafraid, ferocious, free!!
And just like a Lion’s mane,
My “Afro” brings me fame!!
Read – The Ranch House – Nkegbe Chukwuemeka Joshua, Nigeria
