This Morning... Poem by Kolade Seun

This poem is borne out of a incident that took place in my abode. It talks about colonization and it's effect on it's victim(Africans) to be precise. When I woke up on the 14 day of june 2013, the first person I saw, when I came outside the gate of my abode was my Landlord, he came to check on his tenants, and ask after his son who unfortunately, was not around.
The landlord told us that he was on his way to the farm(the greens) , he said his farm wasnt far from the house. He repeated himself again that he was going to the farm, the reply he got from his tenants including Myself was: 'odabo sir, ' meaning goodbye sir.
When the landlord left, one of my co-tenants joked when she said: 'e wa le te le baba lo si oko? ' meaning why dont you guys accompany baba to the farm? .
When I got back inside my home, my mind went back to the good old days, before colonialism(locust) brought education and the likes, to africa. I wondered if what happened some minutes ago would have happened then.
Just then, I realise how much we have been deculturised. So I decided to put my thoughts together in the 'locust' language...