Nkem, My Own

by Atta Atta Brown

Nkem, my own.

Whose wrongs l donot tell,
to the village gatherers at the market square.

Whose heart l guarded,
Like a patient thief.

Whose love l brooded,
Like a vigilant fool.

Nne [mother],
Nkem has given me a rotten kolanut,
Noon of uborchi ahia Nkwo [ Nkwo market day].

Nne Nkemdilim,
I return empty with wet tears.

Nkem,my own has refused me.
Nkem has been fooled by an lgbo clown.

 

 

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