Village Hero Poem by Joyce wolayo

These days I am the village hero indeed
Water immaculately fetched in a flash
As if by a magic spell, I do.
The house is spotlessly clean
All thanks to my devoted hands
That scrub and sweep with professionalism
That secludes any study in that field.
That is because I am the village hero these days
The utensils are shinning like mirrors,
I am astonished to see my pale tired face through it
I am the village hero now, it satisfies me.
I sing my way through it with a
Song that soothes my heart
This only pleases the village elders of course
They look at me with wonder and respect in their eyes,
This satisfies me.
I am the village hero now when
Household chores choke me down and I find
Myself doing what old African elders applaud,
Huh huh huh huh God help me!