In The Calendar - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
My father's house,
mud-and-wattle plus cowrie shell
cuddling our miserable, naked feet
and reminding us of the
ascetic nature of our sires...
Incorporeal upliftments salute us
as the years grapple with us,
to raise our heads high and plan to build
a senior adobe.
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