The Storm

The Storm Lily disappeared one hardened season, What a virginity stolen from Lagos to continent America Whore plantation there, there must be scarcity of flowers in Africa, Neighbours mutter in their garden, Daisy gone too with the season. Comes raining season, as Children sing “rain” rain” the soil patches, They appeared groomed beauty of lust and vain They must refresh men, thee desire powerful than the orb of three witches Beware their veins, woes and diseases, flowing like drain. Gone so wild good girls, selling foreign virus in the outlets Being brought to Africa, they brought no tablets And their disease come, grandpa hibernate in the forest No herb yet, says the wizard on the crest. This season with drops of death here, When will your storm be over, here? Uche Chidozie Okorie