ENITAN: A CHILD WITH HISTORY - BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
There is a full moon
at your doorstep,
a silver coin placed
on your navel rubbing
its metal which
Perches on body of humans,
Clouds walk on the
horizon and etch new rivers
on your body
feeding the offspring with meaning.
Summer locked between
your lips, winter beneath
your feet, your hands
can fold your body in half.
Time tickled in
distance, a shooting sun zoomed
down the empty scary
earth in a long line of fire;
that was that fateful
day you escaped from the womb.
Enitan, a child with
history in his eyes,
this is the wish of
the moon you stay among the natives,
We will look at your
face like the mermaid of ‘amageldom,’
we will dance this
planet of wishes with empty hearts
for the history of
this land lies in your folded palms.
We saw distrustful
eyes of the appraisals glared
from helms of your
clothes, secretly envying.
you didn't come like
an Ogbanje,
you never give your
mother abominable pains,
you never frustrated
your father's efforts,
and he never fell from
the top of slippery
chips of the palm tree
on a rainy days.
Your sister was not
struck by lightning,
your brother was not
bitten by a cobra.
Yet there are
expression of hurts in restless
mind of haters,
quick, penetrating, and
meaningful because the
prophecy has been fulfilled.
The pot if polished
poetry have been written,
our hearts filled with
gold and silver,
the sky mumbled in
excitement for this:
the thousand hands
will always wave home
the spirit which
creates history in your eyes.
ENITAN, your tale
takes a generous sward of
perfect lyre of the
moon and the sun pretty.
This is our hope
tabled under hearts to love.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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