Comments about Nnorom Azuonye
A Song About What Happens
(For The Minstrel, Esiaba Irobi)
This is the song I told you about,
in the vernacular of spirit
channelled through men like me
lyrics unfettered chip and stir,
then from recesses blow veils away
until lives presumed ordinary
yield unusual stories.
The song rises equally -
for the first breath, and
the certain stillness afterwards;
women whose brows bear kaolin art
dance and ululate through the village.
Where a cry of infancy rises,
there is relief; the woman
with a swollen belly was, thankfully,
only heavy with life.