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27 Apr

In Our Little Village

In Our Little Village


John Chizoba Vincent


Born on 18th May 1990, John Chizoba Vincent is a poet, actor, novelist and D.O.P. from Nigeria. He studied mass communication and theatre art from Helen Paul Theatre and Film Academy.  He has two beautiful books to his credit, Good Mama and Hard Times. He has featured in movies and stage plays around Iagos and has done a commendable job directing a few. Blessed with the gift of creativity, he hopes to leave a rich legacy behind. “In Our Little Village” gives a vivid description of life in a village. The poem talks about the dangers involved in not informing little ones about the consequences of their deeds.


In our little village Nkporo,

We live in harmony and help each other.

We share among ourselves the golden rules

And neighbours remember their neighbours.

We play hide and seek at our leisure time

Creating kite and building houses with clay.


When the elders are around the corner, 

We play calm and whisper little to each other

As they eat kolanuts and drink palm wine.

Boys must not look at girls eye to eye, 

And boys must not talk to the girls

Because we were told it is bad

But never were we told why it is bad.


At night, we stay separately

Under the mango trees to listen

To the moonlight tales of 'Omalinze'

After, boys dance along with boys

Girls sing 'kpakpangolo' along their paths.

They never told us why girls must

Be separated from the boys.


Until we go wild and nasty,

In our games we meet;

We feel the girls emotions and feelings.

We entangle, caress and watch them groan

And moan passionately in our arms.

We disobey the elders and fall in love.


We try to see what the elders were

Hiding from our today's eyes.

So we deep our fingers into where it ought not to go

Because the elders never told us why the boys

Must not be with the girls.


Boys meet girls behind the elders,

The pleasurable experience becomes sweeter.

We mingle and entangle with them for sometimes

Behind the village 'Iroko' trees and boys

Put girls in the family way because the elders

Never told us why the boys must not look at the

Pretty girls in the eyes.

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