We never knew Jews or Hindus, we just knew our clans and the boundaries of our farmlands. We knew the number of our goats and the colour of our cocks, we knew which direction our streams went and which forest from which not to hunt, we knew how a hand shake was trust and agreement and what every rambling in the clouds meant


We never knew change or transformation, we just knew that the red cap was to be respected and Ifa was to be obeyed. We knew what the Oba's staff represented and we knew justice was never delayed, we knew that majority was not right, because if its wrong ,its wrong and we knew never to judge anyone by the sound of their tongue


We never knew differences or tribes, we knew the marks on our faces told us who we were and not who was suppose to die. We were taught to respect the gong, and always move around with our horn, we drank where ever there was drink because if one of us found joy, we were all happy


We never knew ipob or arewa, we just knew Ali's place was where to buy meat and if the spare part was not from Okonkwo, then it probably won't last. We knew that the tomato had to be from Jos and that the plantain from Ore was irresistible, we knew Obudu was where to get fresh air and Yankari presented us natures finest


Now they teach us differently...I hope we never learn!