For Ozubulu

(after Amadioha went to a wet sleep) . . For the Men who went during praises Let your tears be of cheerful dreams You are not forgotten in abyss The glory of death shall be re-shadowed when the storm is over This is the gullible of the vision-less attribute For those women who cried Ozubulu! Ozubulu!! Ozubulu!!! before death I have seen your agony wailing in the street if this is the sand that unite us Amadioha was insane when it all happened in his sleep.... Our shadows shall always cry Our nose shall always smell your aroma in the darkness. this is the cruelty of men of our land those who didn't suck their mother's breast nine months those whose father's names are cursed those whose names bring shame those whose mother's names are of sin. we cry also, we weep all alone go in peace women! go in peace men! Ozubulu children, Ozubulu wind & sun are your traveling map hanging on the fragments of the dusty lonely cloud! For this journey is of shame and sorrow... Our ashes & palmfrond shall remain with us and your names shall not be forgotten. . . ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Refusing_frustration.