The Northmen

Looking back 3 years ago at my first write up
To the incredible decisions to right myself up
3 years of climbing the steep, slippery slope of learning
Of recession away from the dark onuses of ignorance
Away from the inherent weaknesses of being
From the dark archives of unfortunate youthful memories
From the perilous-ness of a precedent-ed legacy
From the unbearable consequences of un-informed choices
From the mild and penetrating effects of naivety
Away from the hopelessness of self-doubt and the paralyzing effects of un-self-confidence
Of uneasiness ,
And of a compilation of experiences.
They called us the “Garden patch”
The aimless prodigies of the Savanna
The beggars
But we didn’t mean to scavenge for their children’s food
We were only looking for a place to belong
To fill the void of an escapade mother
— The old-age smell of a once vibrant grandmother
— And the fading synergy of a once lively family
we were called children of the North, In the far South
they entered queues to try to adopt us
— Like we lived in orphanages,
Their pastors and clergymen used us as examples in their homily
They even said we were homely
They used us to manifest their own spiritual grace
— In their rituals of charity
— And in their novenas
But let us turn to the other side, Brothers!
To the side of hope and sheer believe in our own strength
Certain that we are our own craftsmen; Of our own future
Driven by the faith in our own success
Certain that we do not owe anybody
That we do not have any regrets of our unfortunate past experiences
That we are our own heroes and heroines of our epic tales we shall tell!
Let us turn to the other side, Brothers of the fraternity!
But remember: We have survived the slave ships
This too we shall overcome!
