Have You Hear From My Father

HAVE YOU HEAR FROM MY FATHER? Have you hear from my father, okadigbo? He was among those captured in the oil well Around the black river of delta in the south. Days ago they had gone with their hungry Stomach to get it feed up with oil money He took the bowls, the kegs, drums and cutlass With him in the midst of his drunk friends. They rode on happily along the Asaba road They eat as they go with their legs dancing To the beautiful chiping of the insent and the Croacking of the frog in the forest of Delta. Once they moved, the vegetables clap their Hands in appreciation to their bravity. But they were caught in the midst of their stuidity By the oil guards who were keeping Watch. Have you hear any thing about their return? Would they ever return to Nkporo to harvest The tended fatted yams in the forest? Would they ever come back to us? What has happen to them in Delta? Talk to me okenwa, the shrine await him And the half eaten kola nut that he left on the Table in the main room is still waiting for his Return to finish up the journey he had begun. The children he left naked are homesick of His absence from home among the strong ones Once upon a time, he told us about oneness The other time we see him not among us in unity. He is the last of the strong one in the family With dignity and respect in the house of symbols. The town criers have sound their gongs And the Ikoro had been beaten severally and No one had seen any them return from Delta.