First poem on the blog in April! 

I am deeply rooted in the African culture

The traditional ways of life.                  

The colour of my skin, the melanin      

My Father’s slender cane.                        

My Mother’s bosom

I am African, a Nigerian 

But where does my pride really lie? 

Is it in my virginity or my delicate beauty?

Is it in the way my mother taught me how to sit by often striking a single broomstick on my thighs, to remind me to keep my legs together? 

Is it in the unique thickness of my Afro hair, that won’t make a ponytail?            

Is it in the way I walk with my head held high regardless of the continent I find myself? 

Or the level of importance of the people I sit with? 

Where exactly does my pride lie? 
My pride lies in my head, my heart, my soul. 

It lies in the very reason for my existence 

 My confidence, my uniqueness.              My achievements, my dull moments.  My strong will, my soft heart.                My strengths and weaknesses 

Everything that makes me the woman that I am 

There my African pride lies