Our house in Africa
A mud walled house which sat
On surroundings large but neat
Her cap was of old thatch
And a fence of bamboo.
Our house in Africa
Her facade marked by chalk paint
Generous clay on entrance lobby
The family courtyard spread
And a front gate of bamboo.
Our house in Africa
She overlooked the iroko tree
Who grew strong from the ages
His strong boughs far spread
And against perilous tempest.
Our house in Africa
She overlooked a virgin forest
And the iroko's cultured root
Evergreen tree whose foliage smoked
From religious fires at his foot.
Our house in Africa
In those dark days birds nested
Many coloured and speckled birds
On the revered iroko of our ancestors
Who clothed the iroko tree.
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