Nyamiri Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

Journey with me to my world
And know the cloud behind my cry
It all began on a date
Who has no heart

Momma was up and thankful to the gods
For the gods are wise
Through them, she sent a basket of praises
To the biggest God

She ruminated with us for a while
Gifted us greetings
And same did we
Before she apportioned us to man the gates of various duties

Afterwards, she left to answer the clarion call of the day
Momma is an Angel
More beautiful than Lucifer
Her heart is purer than gold

She's has a skin that flutes Africa
Her eyes are feline with a nose that knows perfection
Her lips are what can make a man
Stick forever to a wife

I watched Momma
Fondle this angry flower to a man
I watched her
Give the hand of this pot of emptiness to it

I watched her
Dash out of the house for something
A need needfully needed
A necessity necessarily necessary

Lo and Behold, Momma walked into the valley
Of the shadow of death
And there stumbled

Her spirit bowed to some ruthless men
Who also took every being in my house without pity
But left me with the word of pity, "NYAMIRI"

(c)EKWUEME KC