Ngboejeogu the Forgotten Son

NGBOEJEOGU THE NEGLECTED SON With a lamp hanging on the thatched wooden kitchen I stared on the pot on fire as it boils hot ready for garri I got lust in taught and my head shaken This taught of the fall makes me worry A cold breeze whispered and I shivered The shock of the 11 I have not recovered NGBOEJEOGU I mumbled As a coconut fell down from its tree in grumble. Crock crock crock an old frog echoed It was the echoes of hard times The night melodious cricket reaffirmed The chicks have grown wings and perched I saw as they fight the space with the hen who laughed They forget the kite prefers them as prey in absence of mother hen As they picked the ground and fed The kite prepared to land and feed. The night moon in council with the glowing stars Shining brightly on the sky While the owe cry in singing Under the mango tree I sat weeping Amidst this tears of fear The terror of the day light draws near The cats shine it's bright eyes as it settles As I took the pot of the fire in feeble