Prose

Tears for African Mother

Iku, your creation
Aches the globe,

For your heart is dried
As dark Cobwebs

Oh! Your sting puffs up my heart
As an adder!

I hear you in the dark
Crying like a wolf

For you chose her,
Not for love

Because,
She obeys nature

I hear you roaring at dark
Path to Asibiri

As she enters her
Opulent home of nature

And the coffin smiles
And says, ‘Thank You Owuso!’.

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