I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Oh! Dim omma
you are now
a guest
in your home.
Months of self sacrifice
to green white green,
What a clarion call!
To obey the last order.
Your jungle boots
weep in sambisa forest,
Rifle the bead of your prayers.
The yogurt seed
you planted in me
is fast growing,
My legs, the cross bearer.
Goodbye hurts my lips,
Though my hands move
motionless in the air,
Beckoning you to come back.
Fear lives in me,
But my prayers go with you,
If the going gets tough,
Obim, run back home.
How will I cope
without you?
It will be hard,
But grace will help me.
Oh! Don't make me
a widow,
I'm too young
to journey that road.
What a cross
I have to bear!
For making you
my Romeo.
My heart skips
every night,
As I lie on our bed,
Tears my prayer points.
I know you shall return,
But if fate wins
the looming fears,
Then, wait for me.
If I can't survive
the tag of a widow,
Then will I hasten the journey
to our second wedding bed.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2024 01:20
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on marriage and a call to serve one's country as a military officer. The persona decries of her fears as her husband leaves to return to his place of work. She confesses how loneliness has been her only nightmare. She wishes her husband stays back with her in her condition, she's pregnant and will soon expect her baby. Who will take care of her in such a condition? But then, her fears seem to consume her. In view of that she prays her husband comes home someday, if he doesn't, as a result of the flying pullets, she will have no choice than to join him in thwir second wedding bed, which is in the graveyard.
- Category: Reflection
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