I tell the story of a woman.
An indeed simple woman.
She was refined and polished,
Like a newly furnished furniture.
She was lovely in bones,
Rich in words,and beautiful in arts!
She rose her head up high as she walked.
Behold honour, grace and pride were her attributes.
Lo! Out of the blues a certain man came!
A man full of authority and strength.
A man who spoke and billions listened.
A man whose presence commanded respect!
His mission was to tarnish her.
He waylaid the woman!
Bringing machines to lure her.
Machines as fascinating as diamonds to confuse her cognition.
In the machine she found simplicity.
Simplicity became her strength and beauty!
Simplicity replaced her pride and grace!
Simplicity gave her an integrity.
Simplicity never made her an inferiority!
Who wouldn’t want a good life? she questioned.
And behold her greed pushed her to the man.
And he trampled on her!
She wanted a trend.
She wanted a sense of belonging.
She forgot her origin,
She neglected her root.
She wanted to feed need never thinking of her seeds.
She pursued her greedy interests,
Thinking change is must!
Oh now! That simple woman has become the man’s rag!
She has fallen hard!
She is sick and helpless,
Lying on her bed crying for rescue.
She has been neglected
She has been forgotten!
A once soaring Eagle has been turned to a dying chicken!
A once glowing peacock has been reduced to a common bird!
And now, the machine has taken over us!
We have forgotten that simple woman.
We have forgotten that we are seeds of that woman.
We have forgotten our heritage.
We have forgotten our customs.
We have forgotten our bedrock!
We have neglected our sick mother,
While we chase the west.
Our pride selves has suddenly been turned into slaves!
Am not damning the machine
For who am I to do such?
In the machine, I got education,
I got exposure,
I got recognition,
And of course I got simplicity!
Nevertheless I will fight for the survival of our mother!
Culture is beautiful.
Culture is rich.
It is powerful!
It is our identity, our heritage.
If we lose our culture, we lose our personality!
Wake up brothers! Sisters stop the slumber!
For that simple woman perishes gradually.
©Isibor Anita 2016
Though shy, Isibor Anita believes in expressing her innermost secrets and thoughts through creative writing and exploring the world of novels and poems. She believes the world can be changed through sincere writing. She’s a lover of good music especially Blues and plans to pursue her music career later. Hails from Ubulu Ukwu, Delta state, she’s the first daughter of the Isibor family. She is studying Communication and Language Arts in the University of Ibadan.