By: Our Daily Poetry Family.
Suckling on your mom’s nipples
Tooth barely grown
Back when music was music
We would dance with our hearts
Nowadays men just grind on butts
Leisure was time for bonding
Nowadays the selfish generation has taken root
Music was for all you see young men with earphones all over.
Ladies were shy
And men were brave
Long dresses represented the long relationships
The moonlight was enough for the night
When virginity was dignity
Nowadays they say it’s lack of opportunity
When love was true love
Not measured by the pocket.
A telescopic shaft was twisted and extended
Four etched dials were clicked
And a hand taps down on a mesh
Numbers were recited
Digits placed a wire through a cradle
The holder was turned to forty five degrees
Elastic was pulled from black rubber
Dirtied crumpled pages were strummed by a thumb
A velvet tassel was plucked and thfathersck
A poem was written…..way back when.
When relationships were treasured
Unions were respected
When sex wasn’t the backbone of dating
When men cared for women
And women knew how to cook local foods
When ladies used to cook like their mothers
Color of my skin was a continental symbolism
Not a tint to be tainted out. To be massacred.
Our women were proud of their skin.
Bleaching was considered an abomination
A plagiarism of beauty.
When ODP used to dance
The tune of weekly thread
Leaving out no issues
As Killing of albinos
The Monster amidst us ( Cancer)
The world heard our voices
Right from our inner part of our Brains !
When gentlemen used to compete within themselves to impress a lady
They compete with their fathers
When handkerchiefs where being used for blowing the nose
They are nowadays worn as clothes
Take me to those days
Where children memorized radio adverts instead of curses
Listened to stories and folk tales not to songs full of nothing coated in a danceable beat
Where children watched cartoons and practice English
Not watching pornography and practice it.
When they played out in the field
Not indoors on their phones.
When families used to pray together instead of praying each in their own rooms
When dinner used to b the time to share daily experiences instead of spending the whole dinner whatsapping.When breakfast was ngwashe not bread na sausage.
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