She dies and…
‘Oh! Take heart’
‘May God comfort you’
‘It’s one of those things’
He dies and it’s…
‘Aahh!!!’ ‘She has done her worst!’
On sick bed,
Beneath the sea,
In the air,
‘She was the cause!!!’
They always say.
The other people lament
But to deaf ears they fall.
They come in troops
Lazy bones in disguise
To reap where they sowed not
in the name of kinship.
Day by day they saunter in, to cast your lot
And at times, battle over the remnants
Like vultures to the carcass.
Get up from your eternal slumber
and show us your slayer
For your home is falling apart.
Your kinsmen have ravaged your house.
Your wife has become a barbarian
Made to drink the juice of your corpse
Stripped of her beauty by her skinned head
Ruffled and tossed like a culprit.
They have sentenced her
to a dozen months imprisonment
In the confines of your ancestral home.
They gave her white this time
to cover her nakedness.
A change from the black
that used to be the uniform
And until she completes her days,
The light of the sun she dares not see again
Nor witness the joys of the world.
And when that happens,
A second wife we fear she may become.
The other people lament again,
Yet to deaf ears they still fall.
Your children, we know not their fate
Chased away from your cocoon
Scattered like sheep
Destitute we fear they shall become.
If you do not arise
and prove the innocence of your wife,
Then your home we fear,
is doomed forever.
© Chinwe Azubuike 2004