I am from calabashes and clay pots,
From shea butter and baobab fruit.
I am from the brick walls and tin roofs,
Warm, sturdy,
Smelling of earth after rain.

I am from the mighty baobab,
Standing tall, its roots deep in the dry soil,
Its shade offering a cool refuge in the midday heat.

I’m from traditional dancing and storytelling under the stars,
From hard work and resilience.
From Baba and N’Goni,
I’m from the early risers and the late talkers,
From “Be respectful” and “Remember your roots.”

I’m from prayers at dawn, whispered with hope,
From faith carried through generations, lighting our way.

I’m from the vibrant villages of Burkina Faso,
From tô and peanut sauce,
From the day my grandfather crossed the desert on foot,
Bringing back tales of survival and courage.

The old photo album, tucked in a wooden chest,
Holds the smiles of those who came before me,
Their lives woven into mine,
Guiding me forward.

Where does my inspiration come from?

What I notice about the poem I Am From is how it draws vivid images from my personal background, placing importance on everyday objects, family traditions, and memories that have shaped my identity. The poem takes something as simple as food, smells, and old photos, turning them into powerful symbols of who I am and where I come from. It made me realize how these small things can carry so much meaning and connection to culture and history.

Reading the poem felt both grounding and nostalgic. It brought back memories of my childhood in Burkina Faso, the familiar rhythms of daily life, and the sense of community that I sometimes miss. It reminded me of my roots and the stories my family shared with me, like how my grandfather traveled across the desert and brought back stories of survival. This poem was written by me, as a way to reflect on who I am and to honor the people and places that have shaped me.

The message of the poem is about celebrating one’s heritage and acknowledging the power of family, culture, and memories in shaping identity. I wanted to share that while the past is often behind us, it continues to live within us through the lessons and values passed down. The intention is to capture how deeply connected we are to our roots, no matter where life takes us.

Reading the poem stirred many emotions in me. There was a sense of pride in my heritage, in my family’s resilience and their stories, but also a touch of sadness for the moments and people who are no longer physically here but live on in memory. Overall, the emotions were positive, filled with a feeling of gratitude for the connection I still feel to my homeland and my ancestors.

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