in a book, in a valley

I think that the more years that pass, the more years I wondered about my roots. There were times I was ashamed of my kinsmen because they still practices the juju culture, I saw so many faults in them. The many faults I have studied at school.

But now knowing me, the tears unshed…I now realize how stupid I was. The birth of a culture Pilgrim settled in a desert land And the valley shed its feathers Foreign names adopted the hills By men with clothes like butterflies Houses came as tall as trees Pressed together like cobs of grain And everyone who have a tongue to speak Blend the collision of two civilities