Ijalana Afolabi Poet Lyric

Not My Business

Yesterday, 
Wole-ola wailed home from the farm, 
hot on the heel of his father's maimedness.
"The herders chopped his limbs while shooing off their herds from feeding off our field." 
He exclaimed with anguish splattered all over him. 

I squinted long at him and muttered: 
"not my business,  so far I'm not touched. 

This morning 
the news had spread like wildfire:
Nna Uche was tied to a tree
 and right there his only daughter, Ogechi, was dragged down and ferociously defiled
by some lanky men until life deserted her. 

I shrugged my shoulders and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched"

In the noon time,
 they came again like bandits for Mama Aisha
 and made away with her three children, demanding huge ransom. 
She wept and writhed in the yard. 

I stared long at her and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched."

Later in the evening,
I went about my usual ramble. 
Only to be hemmed in on by these same lanky demons. 

I looked long at them and said to myself:
"it might be my business now..."

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Beata Agustin November 13, 2024 at 1:31 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.