Written by Oghenekparobor Emmanuel

Oh grandmother, I don’t want to grow old.

Her straight figured beauty suddenly bends to a support system
The beauty of her great memory gradually fades
Her importance beyond comparison and description is now a burden to all

Oh grandmother, I don’t want to grow old.

She once fed thousands of mouths
but now relies on hands for satisfaction
Grand-MA is gradually losing her being and essence
Before us, she gradually fades

Oh grandmother, I don’t want to grow old.

The beauty and ugliness of it
The greatness and downfall of it
The relief and worries it brings to mankind
The joy and sadness existence in it
… the irony of life

Oh Mother Earth
Oh grandmother
I don’t want to grow old!!!