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 </div><p></p><figure id="attachment_9444" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-9444" style="width: 400px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://poetry.wrr.ng/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/the-cassava-too-is-a-fruits.png"><img class=" wp-image-9444 " title="The Cassava Too Is A Fruit" alt="The Cassava Too Is A Fruit" src="http://poetry.wrr.ng/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/the-cassava-too-is-a-fruits.png" width="400" height="311" loading="lazy"></a><figcaption id="caption-attachment-9444" class="wp-caption-text">www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry <strong>[The Cassava Too Is A Fruit]</strong></figcaption></figure>We lived and grew beneath the soil<br>
Joyful in our minds that we toil<br>
To someday come out us cassabreties<br>
Signing autographs at festivities<br>
Shoulders lifted up high<br>
Teeth pushing out when saying ‘hi’
<p>It was morning, we heard harsh knocks<br>
First time disturbed in our sweet underworld<br>
The ants and termites say, “They can’t be visitors”<br>
True, they started hitting with rocks<br>
We run deeper into the soil and curled<br>
We have fallen prey to wild predators!</p>
<p>Uprooted us from our homes<br>
Like it was their own<br>
We had no say, first time seeing ‘red and white monkeys’<br>
Before we could fight for what was ours<br>
The red pepper and tomatoes had long sold us<br>
For mirror, cloths and gun powder<!--more--></p>
<p>And they introduced themselves<br>
“We here are from Overseas<br>
Have come to explore and oversee<br>
We are called the fruits<br>
We make skin fresh and smooth<br>
Our brethren in suits are legumes<br>
They will be the masters in the checkrooms”</p>
<p>“Who are you black ones?”<br>
No one sabi their question<br>
So we started laughing<br>
“Ok, You will be the cassava<br>
You are starchy and strong<br>
Will build ships in the sun<br>
And cook the meals in the rains”</p>
<p>Exported us to the west<br>
Used, maltreated and waste<br>
Our joy is a cassava now rules the fruits<br>
But, can a cassava be ever a fruit?</p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Written by: Oppong Clifford Benjamin</em><br>
<em>Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson</em></p>
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