http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWKdQkXwedA

I Looked out the window, on the little scattered houses, and little cars
The crowded streets, and polluted skies
The patches of darkness and light, tin roofs on concrete rooms
Everything seems so quiet from up here
The chaos of the city, just a familiar picture in the distance
The people go on with life as normal with no resistance
With each passing moment the view becomes clearer
I can make out the yellow danfo buses, as the sounds in my imagination get louder
I immerse myself in my thoughts, as I stare blankly into the seat in front of me
The engine shudders, the chairs shake and the frame rattles
The wheels hit the tarmac and the frame screeches to a halt
The applause rings out, The smiles break out
This is it, my homecoming
The warm heat sips into my skin, welcoming me with vigour
The arrivals hall is packed, and We're all staring at each other
In our minds we all know the land outside is like no other
We'll all be having different experiences, but there'll be a lot of shared thoughts
Large boxes dance along on the one working machine
The sweat beads start to appear, as the people start to disappear
I swear there's a conspiracy, because my little box seems like it would never appear
When it finally does, the hall is almost empty
I walk to the door with the big burly men
Who stare me down like I need to say my amen's
The way they stare would make you act suspicious
But the lady by their side looked to be auspicious
I flash her a smile and tell her I'm a student back from my education
To my surprise she waves me past, if only for a donation
The ride home is long, the radio plays a familiar song
I'm still on a journey that began yesterday, for some its the start of a brand new day
There's people on the backs of okada's, old men perched on their veranda's
The generators have already begun their daily shift, there's workers waiting for a lift
The lady frying akara is working hard with a smile, Once there's life there's hope, there's no denial
The baby on her back wont stop crying, not sharing the mothers desire to keep on struggling
The streets are always busy, the people are always noisy
The familiar sound of home, its been a while since I've been gone
The street hawkers outside my window are trying to catch my attention
But my minds far away, focused only on the situation
Every image unlocks memories, stories from the past that could fill libraries
My past is in every corner of these streets, how things have changed
Life has moved on, for others it still remains the same
This land stays on my mind, no matter how far away I go
This is where I'm from, I'm back where I belong
This is where I was born, And where I'd always return
This land is full of scars, don’t be deceived by the luxurious cars
But there's hope in the futures eyes, a chance that we have the power to change our life's
This is where my future lies, I have visions of touching the skies
It’s a tough decision to make, the difficulties may be hard to take
But you have to look through the clouds, the struggle comes with good rewards
Mother waits at the front door with a familiar pose and a big smile
Comfort comes with the warm embrace of family
Joy comes from conversations not disturbed by any anomaly
A new phase in my life is just beginning
This is it, my homecoming.

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this is what soyinka wud've called unpalatable poem. not mellifluous at all!

I appreciate your stance on poem saying it was unpleasant, i would like you to explain more, why you gave it a bad review. i would also like you to watch the video, it is not written in a traditional style, its a more contemporary piece, similar to spoken word.

Hi Cifeozo.

I don't know how deep your knees are in poetry, but judging by your 'Homecoming' i can rate you an average poet with potentials though. You know, in poetry what matter the most are the beauty of your words and musicality; that's for poems with direction. You sure write well, but i still insist that this poem needs some masterly retouch. The poem read like a keg of water. Water is good, but because of its commonness, it needs no chant in the presence of fanta, champaign. I DON'T TALK MUCH. As a poet i know you've smelt my message. Hope you're not offended. Best Regards.