Your mysteries are forever locked within you,
Enveloped in your green cocoon,
I can’t help but wonder the hands that dug you,
How carefully they worked, crafted and steered you.
Were they slaves or free born?
Did they use their bare hands, metal or wooden tools?
Did they sing or silently trudge through your brown womb?
I slogged through you, enthralled by your allure,
Metre after metre of dark brown leafy floor,
The air pungent with Nature’s decay odour,
I looked out for the creatures that indwell you,
Then I beheld the cunning burrowers that aerate you,
Your green hands brush me as I walk through,
Giving me a helping hand where I could trip and tumble.
Your heart, so pristine and pure,
Verdant, fertile, illuminated by the fingers of the tropical sun,
Broad canopies soaring above, held rigid by struts of luxuriant tree walls,
The serenity you bestow cuts deep to the soul,
Briefly broken by the thumps of our boots,
Sungbo Eredo, I can trek the entire length of you and never discover all the mysteries you hide within your womb!
This article was written by Adedolapo George
Adedolapo George is a vibrant member of the Naijatreks Team. She is a Zoologist, Social Media Manager, Foodie and Photographer. She is an avid learner and traveler. Seeing the world beyond the stereotype is her ultimate motivation for whatever she does. '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. 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 firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.