Rain

Rainy Season in Amakohia

Ovations of thunderclaps herald

This unwanted arrival,

On these messy streets wallow

Drenched monarchs and paupers,

Surely, the rain honours no one.

 

This tempest knows not their fear,

Its ally-the wind, pulls off roofs.

With zeal, the roads send dreaded runoffs,

A little while, homelessness beckons.

 

Shouting matches, cries, tears, curses

Of  these dwellers tickle not the rain.

Its ears are blocked and sold for a kobo,

Amakohia’s bane is the stubborn storm.

 

When calmness extends its peaceful arm

To this place, they shall merry no more.

Tottering footsteps inspired by bottles of booze

Shall be made firm by reflections.

 

*Amakohia: A suburb of Owerri, Nigeria.

(C) Echezonachukwu Nduka 2013



3 thoughts on “Rain” by Echezonachukwu Nduka (@afropoet)

  1. apt description….

  2. This is a good one, afropoet. I like it. Well done. $ß.

  3. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

    hmm. Thanks for sharing.

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