League Day 36: ANIEBIET EFFIONG vs ONI TOMIWA

NOTE;
1) The judges decision takes 70% of the judgement while well wishes and lovers of poetry votes takes 30%.

2) Upon no circumstance must any of the above mentioned poets vote.

3) The contestants are urged to invite friends to Vote for them using the comment section of this post. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

5) Voting lasts for 18 hours from commencement of Duel.

6) Vote using I VOTE POEM 1 or I VOTE POEM 2

7) Results would be uploaded briefly after the closure of votes.

Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: CULTURAL FASHION

ANIEBIET EFFIONG

Title: IBIBIO, MY CULTURE

 There Are Cultures In Africa,
I Have Heard Of Cultures And Their Fashions,
I Belong To One Tribe,
Whose Culture Is So Graceful.

I Shall Unravel The Beauty Of My Culture To You.

Dad Used To Say That,
A Man Who Puts On Suits And Ties Always,
Is Not A True Son Of His Father,
For Suits And Ties Is Not Our Thing.

Dad Taught Me How To Wrap The Usobo Round My Waist.
Usobo Is An Ankle Long Chunk Of Fabric,
Wrapped To Have A Shirt-like Shape.
He Also Showed Me How To Put On The Multicoloured Chieftaincy Shirt,
With My Hat On The Head, And Beads On My Left Wrist.
Our People Say, "Ekpri Owo Okpon Ke Ofon"

When You Follow In The Path Of Your Father, You Learn To Walk Like Him.

Have You Seen The Ibibio Female Traditional Attire?
Follow My Pen And I Shall Tell You.
To Say It Is Beautiful Is An Understatement,
It Is Gorgeous And Magnificient.
I Remember How Mom Used To Tie Her Double Wrapper,
Her Blouse Leaving Her Shoulders Completely Open,
Decorated With Fine Ornaments.
No Wonder Our People Do Say,
Owowan Ofong Ofong
And Then She Gracefully Puts On Her Gala.

I Love Ibibio Traditional Attire,
It Is One Of The Best,
So Unique And Fashionable.

Ibibio Culture Is Splendidly Rich!

ONI TOMIWA.

TITLE; DIFFUSION
Bring back the kind chronicles of ancient times
To the ears of the obstinate
Who fancy the poison served on their lips
by the chemical merchants of white men.

 There was a time on this black soil
Before the invasion of morbid imposers.
Men and women are the peahens and peacocks
Draped in rich fabric and covered with perfumed ointments
Anklets and waistbands singing hymns
And their hairs thrilling the sun
With onderful braids and cuts.

Women are the wet anthills built in summer
Elegant and beautiful
Men are the tall baobab trees
Strong and sturdy...

But no, the land is enroached
With rags and sagged pants
For humans now walk naked
On the lanes of deceased culture