Why mama, why? Shall we fail to speak With the talkative rod? Shall we cease to paint With our single-mouthed brush? Why mama, why? You drop your cheek On your tired jaw in despair Hands, tied with nothing, Eyes tired of watching Horror films happening life In our helpless country, But, while you were young,… Continue reading WHY MAMA, WHY?
Her soul desire, she is yet to accomplish And she’s losing sleep over her wish So indigent, daily she beseeched The fire of her throat can’t be quenched Praying to reap what she sowed Her preparation is for your future to see Concealing her hunger, she smiles for thee Always peckish, to ensure your living… Continue reading DRY YOUR TEARS MAMA
Mama I write this with a lot of pain My tears have become ink I’m sorry I believed him But he promise to love me, forever He promised to rebuild Papa’s house I was excited Mama, imagined leaving this hut He promised to clothe us with wealth And send Amaka and Junior to school I… Continue reading I’M SORRY MAMA
She birthed in me these seeds: Resourcefulness, decorum and faithfulness When my bones recline Trailing the weaknesses of my flesh Her knees become a tripod. With tears she’d watered my hardened soil Made them soft, a nursery bed Where she would plant those seeds That would sprout into an oak That, for ages, would tarry… Continue reading MOMA