DAYS GONE BYE
DAYS GONE BYE
What happened to the good old days?
The days of kings and subjects
The days of masquerades and talking drums
The days of virgins and princes
The days of dancers and warriors
Bring back the good old days
Those days we use to sit around the fire place and listen to tales by the moonlight
Those days we use to eat roasted yam with palm oil
Those days we chased rabbits and cooked bush meat
Those days we bath in the stream without a care for the world
Oh the good old days
When we use to plait each other’s hair for the Sallah festivals
When a woman’s beauty is measured by the sway of her hips
When there were market days and yam festivals
Where have the good old days gone?
With love
Hadiza Bagudu
24/04/2008
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