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i’ve heard that a native name is a long string | a poem by Glorious Kate Akpegah

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a string that has one end tied around a
person's waist like a talisman and the other
end tied to the root of a family tree, an ancestry.

a string so long that it pulls you back from
long treks overseas into a colloquy about
your tribe and the tongue your people break bread in.

it follows you around like a shadow and silently, steadfastly speaks over you.

sometimes it calls out to your maker to clear your path - chidùbèm,
it may pronounce you blessed - Ibùkún,
make you the subject of a coronation - sàráuniyà or
tell a tale, a prophecy about what or who you should be- ùlèyi.

sometimes it lies quietly, brooding over the episode of life that hatched you.

i've heard that a man's native name would
grow on him like yam tendrils, traversing
crevices and crannies that have lined his life,
fitting into his being the way a plug would fit into a socket.

even if he's lost in a sea of humans,
these tendrils will grow out,
leading his ancestors to him or him to his ancestors


Glorious Kate Akpegah is a Nigerian writer and medical student at the University of Calabar. Akpegah enjoys reading and writing poems. She is the 2nd prize winner of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest August/September 2021 edition. Some of her works are published or forthcoming in Spillwords, The Hearth, Pawners Paper, Petals and Pitfalls Anthology and her Instagram page @gloriousakpegah.

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