Chime Justice Ndubuisi (20-11-1984 / Onitsha, Anambra State)
I Too Think There Was A Country: A Poem
The memory refused to run away
Like the other stories
My grandpa told me
As we strolled across Udi hill
East of the Niger, great expanse
Of wood, timbre and calibre.
There was an Aburi in Ghana
The agitators rocked the entire land
Pulling up dust everywhere
It smells like restless harmattan.
The centre was able to hold
Until the sun kissed the moon goodbye
Signalling darkness is nigh.
The holding chain broke
And the Berlin-like wall cracked
As the river flowed, so also blood,
Pregnant women torn apart
Each man holding a leg.
Sucklings uprooted from the breasts
That feed them, you know,
Dead bodies poured away like sand
Tossed away by a whirlwind from the north,
Cry amid serious mocking laughter.
How quickly but gradually they were tammed
For hunger is man's great fiend.
Even the warriors could not breath
Talk more of fight
But in Biafra they were proud
To fall, for to disgrace their land
They could not afford.
So they fall, when the battle
Cry was heard, heroes
Faced down kissing the land they love.
Those days are gone now,
And somehow the centre continues to hold
Yet the memories haunted the old man
That told me the story now and again
And now, every street I turn,
Everywhere, the hills reminds me
Of those resting beneath eternally.
Now, only the name remain for us
And the mind's eye memories.
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