Letter To a Dying Mother

Dear mother, I saw Wole Soyinka yesterday in prayer, He was on his craving kneels for your sake. Femi Osofisan came down to see you again, This time he was more like the moon of love. I doubt if he ever dine before coming here, He looked battered for this troubling ailment. We all sat on the bed when Mother Buchi came, She came for the greetings of the ancient Memories; memories that hang in the air. Niyi Osundare brought Ekiti yam for you, We roasted it behind your bed to keep you Warm as time ticks and tickles the earth to sleep. Chimamanda Achichie wept for your sake, Folu Agoi visited in his attire of emotions, Raji flopped himself on the ground in Supplication for your healing and goodness. Eriata made his mouth a talking drum for you, His legs has become the walking trees! He works more now than before when the Rain visited your bosom to crush souls. I wondered what Chinua could have done If he was alive to see you wailing in sickness. Mother, your children cares about you! We care about your succulent resources! We care about our creeks that now present To us a foul fooling odour that many likes. What on earth has brought this to you ma? Is it corruption that has entangled you? Where is the change promised mother? I write from the treasures of your hope, Substances of my Chi have I used to sing. We care mother of the tiny bridge that Connect our blood together in love. We've not abandoned you like a broken rose, We've not seen decade unborn shedding Tears for our unpleasant sadism of problems. Okigbo has once held you to his arms And kissed your pains away with millions tears. We've not seen a sweet superior laughter Erupts in the cloudy smile here on the land. We've never been lull to a bitter dream mother, We write, we save, we hold onto your words! Let not your heart be troubled we believed Much on you mother till eternity comes. ---- Another Voice stronger (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016