WHY MAMA, WHY?

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?

MOMA

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