Give me back my Port Harcourt
My everyday is Christmas Port Harcourt
Where the sweet cries of flutes gives dance to our foot
Where poverty is conquered, where education is glad
Where hunger is subdued, where the lazy is confined
Where the farms give back giant trees from tiny dead seeds
Please can I have my everyday is Christmas Port Harcourt?
Where fishes go to court in our bubbling pots?
See the “Ikoli”, beautiful creatures of aqua from mother nature
The Isila living robust on mud not tainted by crude flood
Where our language is hard work not gun talk
That is our everyday is Christmas Port Harcourt.
Where sleep is sleep and not taken in sips
Where all chew from a joke over kegs of palmwine and coke
The youths, pillars for the old, sweet fires from cold
Where the night is day, merriment in every place
Where the home is not covered with bangs from guns
So we leave sleep and run
That is my Port Harcourt my everyday is Christmas Port Harcourt
Can I have it back please?
West Biokpo Joshua (08038397312
(joshuabiokpowest@yahoo.com)
