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
Copyright © Patrick Ituma | Year Posted 2021
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