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A Bamboo Bed, A Village in Slumber

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Across my silenced candle stick I lay,

"Krà krà krà"

My bamboo bed murmured and creaked under my weight,

Well woven thatches of raffia, overhead they hang.
"Woooooo wooooooo"

Cries of bush babies echo in the stygian firmament.

 

A stygian cloud engulfs my red bùbá and sóóró àdìres hanging on the wall,

Even my green òfìs and ànkárá… black and black they now appear too,

All burnt in the ever-potent fires of the dream world.

It is night and my village has closed its eyes in sweet slumber,

It is night and now my eyes I close, to sleep,

To a sweet and deep sleep, I surrender.

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This article was written by Folarin Kolawole

Founder of Naijatreks, Nigerian-born Folarin Kolawole is a geologist, travel writer and researcher. When not at work, he travels the length and breadth of Nigeria, exploring, taking photos and writing about her numerous hidden tourist potentials.   'Naijatreks' is a product name registered under the Ntreks brand, which is also duly registered by Nigeria's Federal Corporate Affairs Commission. The contents on this blog are re-usable. However, it must be ensured that it is linked back to this blog, and correctly attributed to Naijatreks or the author. Please do not edit, rewrite or commercialize the original works on this blog without direct and written permission from the Founder (Folarin Kolawole). For inquiries and advert placement on the blog, kindly contact us at info@naijatreks.com or naijatreks@gmail.com.

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