Where did it go?

Lost African Culture

I mean where are those good loving days where we laugh with voice so high in the night without fear of the night
Our guards, standing with gun powders to protect us from only wild while we sit listening to tales. Moonlight became our light the sound in the darkness, sounds of pestle on mortar reminds our belly of finger licking morsel for supper
Where did it all go?
The other day I tried writing a love poem like Juliet did but my fingers wouldn't move like it didn't trust me anymore
I love you misplaced replaced with false emotion making fragile heart feel funny like its no fun to say sorry; pure waste
Where did it all go?
Down the drain!

Author's Note

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[BlackPrince]

I, as an African, can certainly relate to the nostalgic message of the innocent communal days gone by.
Your awareness and poetic skill in depicting relevant issues is inspiring. Since your poem clearly shows that 'Things Fall Apart', Africa needs more Chinua Achebe and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie like yourself.

This is exactly why The Lord has placed such intuitive awareness in a soul like you so that you can be a vessel for truth and love, for poetry is, indeed, a divine Art given to whom The Lord chooses. But, of course, as in the parable of the talents, we must make positive use of these divine gifts to enlighten, guide and elevate others, whether through protest or praise. We must adopt this critical mindset to show that all is not always well.

'Moonlight became our light.
The sound in the darkness,
sound of pestle on mortar reminds our belly of finger licking morsel for supper!
Where did it all go?'

WELL DONE DEEP SISTER!