BREAKFAST!

Hi Jobbers! Been a while since we were in touch. Well, schedule’s been pretty tight. Have been a bit distracted and haven’t been observing much in this our God-blessed society.

Well, I’d like to break the silence which is why this post was captioned ‘BREAKFAST’. How are you and yours? I believe all is eldorado. For some few peeps who may disagree; keep your head up, God still got you.

Meanwhile, check out this beautiful poem by Romeo Ekere. It made every sense to me. Enjoy...

LOADS OF GRIEF

With watery eyes I ink this down
Letting out those saved tears
Yanking out those buried grief

Mama has gone to the market
Dropping a promise to hang on to
Kissing me farewell
I will be back okparam she said

I clustered and chatted with my mind
Awaiting those huge akara balls
Salivating all through
For mama never fails

Papa held his junk bicycle
Enjoying his fresh chewing stick
Raising his aged fingers
Nnam my debtors calls in the market
He half whispered to me

That is how they LEFT
A journey they make severally
And brought home goodies
But the stage is set

BOOM!!! The explosion went
The sound could resurrect a dead snail
Even my deaf uncle heard it

Akimbo i stood
Beside the old feared udara tree
The home of those elusive spirits papa taled
Then the cry came

There was a bomb blast
And none around survived
Market square was the venue
Mama and papa my mouth shivered

Like a forgotten rag i lay
Waiting for papa and his cycle
Waiting for mama with her charming smiles
Waiting for my akara for my tommy hissed

When the day got old
I then knew the tale
The tale of papa and mama
The boko-enemies in the radio

That is how the fare welled
That is how the smiles lacked
That is why am hawking .
                                                                       

Romeo Ekere is a third year law student in the Enugu State University of Science and Technology.