You are years older than I am
Culture demands I go on my kneel
As a sign of respect, I also bow
Irrespective of when, where and how.
As an elder, my respect you deserve
Hence I shake Palm wine keg and serve
Unlike tennis, my service takes, no turns
Giving you sole honor to break kola nuts.
These I must do says our tradition
But you baked an awful contradiction,
Volcano erupts; the ground is quaking
I am afraid, my kneels are shaking.
I have stitches, on places you tore
And the knots, can’t take it no more
For several years against my will
You pushed, and took me to wheels.
I have tasted your flours and flaws
So I retaliated, smacking to the floor,
I am sorry, seeing red isn’t tradition
But every actions has a reaction.