Dressing; Wind Of Change Poem by Babajide Aina

They live among us
Pretending to be part of us
Though nurture in our compound
We thought we are together
Our language in their mouth
Living us to the corridor of doubt

The value of ancient is opened
Our glory is exchanged
Becoming a treasure in an open field
Living the naked eye to
Judge the pudendum
The mark of pride

Ha! Ha! Africa is Africa
America is America! Asia is Asia
All judging from identity
Woe to me that I live my mother culture
The pride of matriarchy and patriarchy
To the wind of change

Arise o you son and daughter of the soil
Given identity to the mother's pride
The labor of the ancient
The honor of the valor
Arise to cover the glory
That is the secret of the glory.