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Chapter #: 6
Updated On: 13 September 2005 - Words Count: 106 - Number of Reads: 366 |
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Kwashiorkor's Child
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Glances were thrown
your way.
Sympathetic.
Sad.
Never for long.
Solutions were mapped out.
And out. And out.
And out the door.
---- ZOOM----
Father has gone.
Father was killed
last night.
As the owl slept
and the bat dreamt of
ripe pomegranates.
Mother has gone.
Mother left
with the season
dressed in green Khaki
and burying shells.
The Harmattan wind
drove the armored car
away with the mother.
And you...Nwannem?.
You have gone too.
You went to
Kwashiorkor's center
to feed your sores
and ribcages.
And seal your cries
with an open can of beeforoni.
See you in storyland
and historybooks. |
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