And they sat down
Under the canopy
To mourn or celebrate?
Our loss their gain
With peering eyes
Jagged hearts and sagging breast
Dirty wrappers, the villagers
But I look on with dismay
The corpse is on the table
Prayer offered
The sun blazing
Words of remembrance
She lay lifeless
Her visitors many
Their faces unknown
The end of another life
She was one of us
Her eyes shut for eternity
Ears closed forever
Even hands I have kissed
Skin now stronger than a bone
What once sparkled with ‘suppleness’
Mouth that once sang and kissed
Shut forever by a foe
Death is my enemy
But humans are worse
They squirt and shout at burial places
Cries drowned with the oil of pretence
Dragging food at burial places
‘Ndi akpiri ogologo’
A burial or celebration?
My heart is weak
For our lives, too short
The’ play thing’ of the gods
We come to go!
*ndi akpiri ogologo – Food scavengers at events. Ndi iberibe)
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Alexander Thandi Ubani
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