Tales by moonlight
I hear every night
From my Grandmother's lips
Every words slipped
Is it the ancient ijapa tiroko story?
Mr Tortoise! Oh how cunning he was
With the sweet song always accompanying every story
Just like bread matches butter
Every story I long to hear
Each night with no exception
Gathering under the shaded tree just across the big hut
All seated on the ground
Forming an imperfect circle around my grandma
I miss those days
I so much cherish it
I long for it,like how a child longs for ice cream
Those days aren't coming back,I know
Ever since grandma left us in complete shock
I actually knew a day like this will come
But I sat on in silence and watched
But the memories I will keep
And pass unto my kids.