prayer

Prayer request

Baba God,

For dis gate

of tears,

Na him I put

my prayer request.

Yet,

after 5 years

You still no send.

 

My life

be like flute,

Wey dey sound

like gen.

My heart

be like fruit,

Wey be poison

to belle.

 

Cloth no fit

cover my shame,

Perfume no dey

hide my odour

Cos I never

change my last name

or bring man come

knock my papa door

 

I be virgin,

I dey fast.

I dey choir,

be church worker

Yet runs girls

like Cynthia

Come even

get husband

 

My pikin,

I see your

prayer requests,

and baggage

for the gate of tears,

But yes, I send.

your husband

since 5 years ago.

 

You remember

Broda Luke

Wey you yab

with your friend

You say e no fit buy

tyre tube

I don make

am millionaire.

 

What about Seyi?

You talk say

him too short.

Becos you

From Itsekiri,

You no even

gree am talk

 

You be virgin,

I gree.

Church worker,

E good.

But you no fit keep,

Broda chidi,

Cos you dey do S.U

Long skirts, no make-up.

 

So my pikin,

Wetin I go do?

My job

na to send husband,

Your job

na to keep am.

Na why I give you brain.

For yourself, make way.

Comments

comments


7 thoughts on “Prayer request” by chika nwakanma (@afroxyz)

  1. Funny…but na by make up and short skirt dem tey take keep husband?

  2. Nice and didactic poem

    *But her dressing should be courteous not tarty

  3. really nice…even has a ring to it!
    gives me courage to do vernacular.

  4. it make sense half-way but it was good sha.

  5. @ Afroxyz, I like the use of Nigerian pidgin. In defense of God pikin, the poetic persona, maybe when next God sends a husband, he should inform her sot hat she can easily identify him. She shouldn’t be kept guessing. On the whole, it is really an interesting poem.

  6. baba God dey try. Its 4 us to keep them.

  7. … a nice poem in the lingua franca of the Niger Delta, love the flow…

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