Anuruedoahu - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In Biafra, when we drank from the tilting
cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle
the sun scorched like hell.
Anuruedoahu*, the oasis of war, like worldly
cowrie, stagnant yet devoid of rural fetid,
calmed our nerves and built in the altar of
our souls, hopes of answered prayers.
*A mysterious stream in the poet’s village.
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