Night Chills. Poem by CHINWENWA IBEH

Night chills like a died corpse.
Comes with so many breezes.
Feels like it may rain.
But the breeze fades away.
And the night chills again.
Children are victims of the night chills.
Seeping through, the pores of their tender body.
Day breaks and they become ill.

No one is safe.
Not even the aged, who falls,
Prey of the night chills.
Leaves them shivering,
Feet trembling.
And aftermath of leg arch.
Even when they are covered,
With “wrapper”, ”Uri and buba”.
And take some “agbo and agogoro”
To conquer the night chills.

Men have ceased to be men.
Can`t perform when the night chills.
In helplessness they languish.
Can`t find any heat to get them warm.
And they are left anguish.
Stuff under the blanket like a baby.
Not even their snuff left them helpful.
I am like a chick,
Who needs the warmth of her Mother?
Feels so cold.
And I want to fold.
And crab someone to hold.
Because at night I shiver like I’m ill.
Because the night chills.

The windows closed,
Yet the room is chilled.
Everyone ask where is it from?
But no one knows.
So, where are we safe?
Not even under the thick blanket.
The room lit with burning fire.
Not even our body that is colossal
The sex that can take it away.
The cigarette to chaste it away.
Tell me why?
Only at night you come.
Day time you disappear.
Night chills?
Are you good or are you bad?