If Only My Grandmother a Man
If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been the Goliath of the East
Her barns of yam could have been the largest
In the community with her tubers as tall as
The Iroko tree- the king tree of the forest.
If my grandmother was a man,
She could have dance like king David
She could have dream like Joseph,
If my grandmother was a man, many
Beautiful undefiled women could have gone mad
For the sake of his love glowing preciously.
If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been mourned like the mourning
Of an only son in Nkporo land by the Professional
Mourners in a row call to savor their voices of gold
To her corpse.
If she was a man,
She could have lived a life withou limits,
go to the heaven where men dreaded to be crown.
Yesteryears, no lady in Nkporoland could stand her
When she danced, the sand went up in saluatation,
Her legs were made of golden jelweries and her
Voice was honey to the ears of the hearer.
The stars were here friend as a woman,
The moon, her cup bearer and the air;
Bears her hairs in an unquestionable manner.
In the morning, the birds sings for her
Picking at her hair in goodness.
I wish she was a man, she could have been a
Aman in a thousand men.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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