My village

To you my origin,i think shall not be able, giving you back what you'd given me,my bad! Some may regard this narration as simple fable Some also would think that i'm just gonna mad. My village, by name called Bandjo An english may think i mean banjo It is a flourishing village based on trade The latter is a musical instrument made. It's an agricultural area where millet and sorghum Cultivated,beans and others seeds are flourished The harvest generally takes place in autumn. At that moment people by hope are nourished. My village's market in a time ,was a fruitful one Every Saturday , people around different corners Come to exchange for their needs with fun, The friendly welcomer towards trading foreigners . My village , a place whence stuffs are in harmony Thence drink or eats require no much money Women arduously work and seed several seeds Among other things :okra,lentil,peanut for needs My village the blessed land ever existed Your sons and daughters are still persisted Wishing one day to adorn you with fame bringing you off and spreading widely your name . H.A.Zeid 🇳🇪 05/01/2025