Poetry: Young Farmer

Young Farmer

After gulping down a breakfast of overnight cassava meal

And agbono soup, my grandfather handed me the aboh

Containing a calabash of water and a small cutlass.

The perfumes of wild flowers filled my nostrils

And my dirty farm clothes so wet as I pushed

Through the overgrown bush of the farm road

Covered by glistening dew until the heat of

Climbing sun would burn it away.

Hawks circled overhead

Looking for prey.

As I cleared the weeds with my grandfather

He sang as if farming was the most enjoyable

Work on earth under a scorching sun.

Halfway through the morning

I was sent to the thatch hut

To rest and by mid-day

We had a lunch of

Boiled yam


Green vegetable mixed with fresh pepper and tomato.

As work commenced I mistakenly cut a yam stem

On my head and back descended my grandfather’s

Ibeli; and a piercing scream I gave.

Just as the sun began to turn

Crimson on the western


My grandfather

Fetched me a bundle of

Light wood to carry home

To my grandmother for cooking;

Rubbed with soot like a white soldier

Disguising for war I headed home.

The smoke drifting from the women’s kitchens

Was my compass back to the village which was not too far.

The closer the happier I became; by the time I sauntered into

My grandmother’s hut I was too tired to stand on my feet having

Being used to taking cabs in the city where I resided with my parents

My grandmother looked at me and laughed ‘Young Farmer welcome.’

Aboh is a woven rectangular carrier made of cane.

Ibeli is stranded whip used in the village by elderly men.

Agbono soup is soup cooked with grinded seeds of agbono fruits.


No comments yet.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.

    Click to Rate This Article