Origin Poem by Arnee Akpan

The lone sun has faded
The sky has wriggled its colour
Asteria spreads
Olokun travels to the despaired souls
In my balcony,
With my body on the stool
My mind takes a walk,
I see a tree,
Yes! I can recall some decades ago,
Under this tree
A woman sat,
Her face tilted down the earth,
Her hair white as snow
Yet her skin was black
Her body looked as if it was about peeling,
Her veins were soft
From her wrinkled face eloped a contagious smile.
The little ones sat there
With their heads held high
Ears spreading as words assembled from the woman's lips
She told tales,
Tales about the black gods...
She told tales,
Tales of my past, about the super-physical power of black
As my memories walk down the isle of my heart
I feel a tap on my backbone
As my sub-concious mind returns,
I realize, I live in a an alien world though on my land.
Can I just switch back to my past?