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My Maternal First-Aunt Evelyn
Her first name was Evelyn
And her lived life Lovelyn …
A not easily won bread
But many gladly fed
Including those that fled,
As strictness was The Head
For long years others led,
Often picked as Their Head:
Did not think she should wed;
Men’s life had made her red …
Up to her I would tread
Like The Graceful I’d read;
Did try to lift The Dead
From funerary bed,
Before swift hands stopped her:
My mum she loved, now far …
By my Mum much worshipped,
To her listened wings clipped;
Five years later to sister,
In my mind A Blister...
To me what many aren’t
My maternal first Aunt
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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