For those whose tongues wear different garments
in
confusion, dying and waking to die again while
speaking
to please those whose shadows are same as theirs.
For
those who threw their beads and cowries in the sea
hoping
to pluck leaves of fortune from magic trees on arrival,
For
those whose arrival turned to sudden departure,
whose
departures are lessons learned by less than a handful:
let us
pray.
For
those who deny their names
screaming
and trembling at the sight
of small
gods which we all have been,
carrying
cards that sell both them and
theirs
for no more than a pence,
For
those whose names now have a bitter
taste in
this conference that has no end,
those
who do not seek to end a love that
kills
itself and its own for no cause:
let us
pray.
For those who see these signs and strive
to find
excuses on the internet,
those
whose days have become nights like
books
which have dusts and roaches as readers,
For
those in whose dreams new alphabets are created
that
form no word nor world,
Those
who only see sins on screen
and read
piety from books and Naira notes:
let
us pray.
©
Echezonachukwu Nduka 2015
Note: Images are taken from the internet.
