john chizoba vincent
Little Sister - Poem by john chizoba vincent
When shall I see you again?
When shall the vegetables in
The compound stop waving their hands to say goodbye to you?
When shall tears in my eyes dry of pains?
I have heard of Odenigbo wide laugh,
Yes, let him laugh at me, the gods made it to be so.
I have seen the stream roared in my presence,
Let them roar and cause, I won't be shaken.
Arusi iyi made it to be so and nothing I could do,
I have journeyed down to the hills and mountains
Of Ugoloma in search of you but I found nothing.
Am I the Only One that will cry heard of you?
Am I the only one that’s blind by love that bind sister and brother together?
The circles that go through my mind is kept for,
The truth that’s never found awaits your return,
The pain that starts again blindfolded what I used to be.
Am I the only one that fails to realise that life is but a mere journey of pains and sufferness which has no value?
Am the one that will see love and not grab it then I feels so dead inside And You suffered the nails of the bloody enemy whose face is hidden?
I want see you and hold your hands little sister,
I want to tell the story of Uma to the Ohafians!
When are you coming home, little sister?
The vegetable in the compound are waiting for your return, ogbonneya.
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