I was a hunter and she was a gatherer
She dug roots and gathered fruits
We survived on flat grassy savannah
And on the sides of steep mountains
I set traps and hunted big game
She was healthy, I was the same
I protected her with my bow and arrow
Always happy, she knew no sorrow
On cold nights we were warm in the cave
Her firmness and strong grasp.
She made me feel like a man.
She belonged in the equestrian
Her movements were wild no question
She fed me berries and roots for my strength
I was the leader and the father of the whole tribe
I had nightmares of civilization
Some white men coming to destroy my nation
Force-marching out of our caves
To go and work in their fields as slaves
I couldn’t imagine any of the above
Happening to the tribe I love
I’d fight for my tribe and be brave
Nothing could separate me from my ancient love
Read a Widows God is Dead – A Poem by Kolabomi Adeko, Nigeria
