Take me back
To when I wasn't scared to tomorrow
when my only prayer was "our father"
when my father's Strokes were my only sorrow
and I find solace in the arms of my mother

Take me right back
To when we all met at the river
where the girls cussed and ripped themselves
while we swan till we shiver
and couldn't go home by ourselves

Take me back to
When we weren't divided by oaths and secrecy
when we'd laugh over drinks as they foam
when we always bothered about indecency
would you take me home?

Take me home.
#copied from Facebook @Enwo Felix Nnachi-ibe {Poets in Nigeria Initiative}