When Are You Coming Home Father

History is repeating itself now The cutleries at home weeping Your clothes in midst of confusion All in desperation, trying to regain composure The tables, chairs curtains, all missed you When are you coming home, father? The birds had stopped singing on the trees In the family compound because you're gone The children of my mother beheld your smiles but it faded Fiercely on them and moved away drastically. Tears welled up in our aging eyes Where are you father? Where have you gone to, heaven or Jerusalem? When shall we see and embrace? Stitching my tears together won't safe me Because my heart is clapping in remembrance of your words I picked up your footprint yesterday but The broken home damaged it totally . Your image stares at me each time i entered into The room where you once laid to re create the history of the commoners When are you coming home father to sew our minds together? when are you coming home from the battle field? Our souls are in debt of your face Teasing the walls of our hearts Return home father, come home Odenigbo the great The forest that killed dreams in nkporoland We wait your return father in the Agbala Our sack cloths darker than the coal We took in all the Hawk-like eyes that stole Suspicious stares at death, Come home father, we wait thee