For Akachi Chukwuemeka


Was it the way the wind called your name; in whispers,
Soft and soothing,
Serenading you with rhythms you loved to hear?
Or was it the ancestral beats resonating from history;
Tales of brave men who fought wars with their words
When swords betrayed our motherland.
You sit beside still waters hoping for the tide to come;
You remember that moon does not come out at noon
And God is somewhere within the partings of your lips.
There’s something in the water,
Creating bubbles; that catches your fancy.
You stand to see whose voice troubles the waters;
It’s yours.
You see the reflections of a winged bard upon the waters;
You remember the cashew tree behind the house;
Its nuts which fall in and out of season;
The season you fell in and tried to find a way out.
A drop
Two drops
Three drops;
You count as they fall.
Each tear drops on your reflection
Causing memories to fade
As you grow pale,
Your breath, still;
And God, escaping the parting of your lips.

Aderinto Victoria

Lake Adedamola is a poet, writer, and editor with Nantygreens, who's worked with several other literary blogs including Brittle Paper. He has, since 2018, served in various capacities on the Lagos International Poetry Festival, LIPFest, team.

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