Just Look At Their Folly Poem by Eche Ononukwe

My heart itches me

like burning fire of the sun

when I hear ‘em declare

that we knew nothing at all, at all.



Proudly, they beat their drummy chests

like a jubilating chimpanzee

to tell us with their filthy fingers at us

that we’re nothing before they came to us.

They boast’d that we had no scept’r;

we had no locomotive metallic monst’rs;

we had no designers to cov’r our raw flesh.



But they’ve fail’d to know

that our land gave ‘em their riches today;

that our ways were to us very much absorb’d;

that people’s rule was born first in our land;

that our locomotive metallic monst’rs were our animals

which needed ev’n no oil to move;

that our clothes were natural,

coming from our fig trees and our animals.

We must let them know

that we absorb now some of their ways

just not because our aged ways are bad,

but to show that the world is still one.