Drinking Nectar
Mama Nnuku!*
It’s four years your daughter drank nectar
and shut her gate over our faces _
what kind of mother drinks and leave her children thirsty?
I sit around this stream daily fishing for memories,
Yesterday’s catch was big _ today’s bigger,
and my net isn’t getting weak, so I will keep
feeding anyone who gets hungry.
Her memories draw rain without bucket
to fetch it and I hope someday it creates a storm.
Insomnia clogs me these days’ cos
She spends little time in my dreams
and flakes out, leaving me chasing her particles
which silently slips away.
Mummy!
I will keep sitting at this gate
Hoping you open up someday.
*Mama Nnuku — Grandmother
The Visit
Love came visiting with a full
bottle of vodka
in no time I started dishing
out
crippled laughter,
it stood hours begging to come in
but this door no more opens
to strangers.
Obianuju memories visits 12am
Everyday:
Painting thick lines of sadness on my door
and begging for cookies and small chops,
It has many spare keys to my heart
So I changed the lock.
Please!
The next time they visit
tell them I move to a new empty space.
Dear Gerald
Gerald you live in a lonely world
Where men are scared to mate their destinies
and ejaculate their dreams in the spine of life _
so if you must mate do not be short of sperms.
You are a seed from premature ejaculation
So when people fight over thrones __ build thrones
For you are not a child from low sperm count.
Gerald you are chaos;
For you were the car that crushed the early
morning cockerel & made snowflakes from its
feathers.
You met your mother’s breast dried & suckled
slime from life’s shell
You drank from bitter streams __ took sap from
Cursed trees,
So don’t fight over honey with others.
Gerald, this life is a market,
and you are a market
If anyone must trade on you _ it should only
be legitimate goods.
