And You Are My Sister Poem by Victor Okey Nwatu

Through a route that's the same
You and I both came.
But, chronology was not the same,
A dozen moons made it not to be same.

You came out at birth dark, ,
Lacked the usual fairness spark.
Mum began to worry, began to care,
Because the earlier one've been a bit fair,
And something not linear it would be,
if soot-coloured you be.

But as days went on
Your dark complexion began to burn,
And like the salad early morn,
You became as bright as the sun.

In growth, you're a plantain shoot,
As the seconds and years took root.
Was it size, you've got a huge one,
Which I used to possess anone.
‘cos to your finger, a broomstick have I:
To you feet, a dry stick have I.
Many would accept it if I say so;
That you were the first child of us to show.

Your heart is soft, filled with love;
Merciful, prodigal, compassionate;
Against mine which seemed dispassionate,
Especially when I place my interests up above.
Maybe that's the reason why,
In and out of season, I
Always found the unreasonable reason,
To snatch your meal even after fully feeding.

Soft heart of yours is still manifest,
When my heart, anger does infest;
And my bile form a stream -
Adrenaline in my bloodstream,
And I horribly paint you red,
Like I did to Namo's head;
But a little plea, and I'll be forgiven
And everything you wield, I'll be given.

The reason why I love you so much
Is it because your blood is in my veins?
Or because you loved me much
With love that falls like the rains?
But I know, and it is just so;
That after our dear mother,
comes you my sweet sister.

So in grace and virtue increase;
In ills and flaws, decrease;
That you'll always be my star
‘cos my lovely sister you are.


For Chinenye, my 1daful sis on her B.day,20th Sept.