Chinonso Igwe Poems

Slowly like a defeated foe do
you oh water walk majestically
over the bedrock from a source
upstate emitting shrilling sounds
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Jerked from slumber with an empty bowl,
Yawning like a cow, our maw makes a quaking sound like Poseidon on the rise, Maybe two fishes and a loaf of bread will suffice, or a lamb sacrifice, that might douse our question of 'what shall we eat'?

In the face of hustle and bustle, weary bones, sapped energy, wobbly foot, with no root to shoot, a refuel of our grumbling stomach is inevitable, the spicy fragrance from mama nkechi's provender keeps us on our feet, we can't help but ask 'what shall we eat'?
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