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He'd wink at me.

Vivid light, Smiles so bright,
Mangrove, Sea and Cotton Tree,
A time I learnt to think in ways,
My parents never taught me.
 
I felt dis-ease with christian,
Colonial rigidity;
Life of white constriction,
Just not satisfactory.
 
Eastern neighbours,
In an African locality.
Fulani 'servant’ Abdulai,
With ancient noble dignity,
 
No preacher or teacher,
Could match his authenticity.
He’d call my father 'master’,
Then he’d wink at me.

needs more work....

Sorry for hogging the page, just tweaking!

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