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Our childhood used to know
A fountain that gushed like the flow
Of a mighty rushing wind and stole
Thro the streets of our town, hauling
the cold
In its wake yet, insulating us with a
coat
Of love’s warmth squeezing a song from
stone.
Our childhood used to know
A tale divine of a time long ago,
When a child wrapped in swaddling
clothes
Slept on the hay for there was no
place to go.
How blinding halos His coming to
shepherds told,
And of wise men visiting the new-born
with gifts bold.
Our childhood used to know
Of Christmas carols, sung till lungs
did explode
While white-faced kids dared the
harmattan to blow
And some other kids danced and raced
in the snow.
But our happiest memories turn to
Mama’s sweet bowl
Of wholesome heaps of rice, chicken
and stew overflow.
When at the table we gathered and let
the show
Commence and in that Christmas feast
love was known.
Akpan
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