There are times solitude becomes magnetic
& silence invite her foes to dinner.
What becomes our peace when whirlwind chooses our abode to mate?
We barter our homes for some glimpse of peace
& perceive the soul heave relief.
A cursed cock cracked his tenth birthday:
It has the baritone of a domed orphan;
The stiff neck of a transit mother;
And the chuckles of a man swallowing grief,
Then his spirit became as clay from furnace.
A boy woke by a corpse
Before he learnt to sit up right
Saw men shovel six feet
Before he was able to dig up earth
and swallowed saliva
Before he knew it had an elder brother,
Our toddling years
Knew pious hearts in place of playing toys
& brooches, to me, were only exchanged at funerals.
Two sank for his smooth sail off shores
Same reason he's trinity:
A messiah, an omen, Restoration;
of those waves that sailed me shores
And someday he'd rewrite his name
From Ozoemela to Afunwa Etcheta Nna.
Uchendu kelechukwu Njionye