Black, what a rare complexion She stands firm, beautiful under the sun’s reflection Green shades on her eyes, her expression Her cloth, as white as it can be, exudes radiation Life for her was so interesting Her parent stood by her despite her shortcoming She never failed to keep at heart her training Well groomed and cultured, well behaved and fast growing She rebels and leaves home in search of liberty Her parents’ plumage soon become a boredom All so soon, she got acquainted with hoodlums Becoming a mother so quickly, suffering the pains that stick like gum She becomes a punching bag, a victim of domestic violence Her predicament was largely obvious; it needs not checked with lens The liberty she sought was no longer of any essence Looking old, beauty quickly fades in all sense She left her military husband for a civilian dude But the latter is, in fact, a villain, very crude Now looking skinny and hungry due to the low ratio of food Sobbing, crying and thinking was normal and for her, good Due to tears unending, eyes are now constantly red Punch-swollen face, glowing skin, now dead Hairs now fallen off rather than being coiled Cloth now rags, eyes shades now dark and dented Some of her children suffered at the mercy of others Others steal the little money she kept in her coffers Consistent fights between them, her first children are corrupt leaders Some go as far as killing others – actually, those ones are bastards A few good ones wonder if the deviant ones are their brothers or wicked dictators Even the so-called sisters are evil gladiators Every day, she hopes for true mediators But what is obtained is no other than false traitors “I’ve been shot, screwed, stripped and stretched Remarried, rebuked, robbed and raped I wish not to have left for freedom”, she altered “Too late, I’m now a mother of my children and children beyond”, she whispered She takes solace in her much anticipated leisure In her hopes and dreams, she finds pleasure The sane children still strive to explore her treasure Both she and these children are optimistic about the future
About the Poet
Nnadube Jonathan EJIOGU is a graduate of the English Department, University of Lagos. He also holds a Diploma degree in Social Development and Administration (SDA) from the same institution. He is a scholar, literary critic, and researcher who has a teeming interest in African Literary Studies, Postcolonial Studies, Ecoafricanism, and Comparative Literature. He has been published on Grin and The Shallow Tales Review. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.