I Am Told
I am told I’m a widow
that I lost my spouse times ago
this is wrong, wrong, wrong!
I have matrimonial husband
when he gets money
he drinks, dances, sings
and gets lost for many years
Clansmen want to inherit me
and keep the children
property they want safe
this I do not accept
there is hidden agenda
not children, not property
Gold, silver mines, fertile soils
these are at the bottom of their hearts
They tell me their brother
left for them free garden
with their sharp hoes
and bags of seeds at hand
They’ll dig red volcanic soil
to have abundant harvests
and hunger would fly away
“No, no, joke for now”, I tell them
“Let my children grow up
your ugly tongues
won’t rain on me any more’!
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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