Joy and laughter herald my coming
Drums roll, waists twist, muscles ripple
In mad celebration as I enter the world again.
I know these faces. That’s Auntie Chioma.
She’ll sprinkle holy water on me for the fourteenth time
Father frets and consults; A tragic mix of gods.
But none can make me overstay my fourteenth visit
The mud fireplace is fresh from mama’s artistry
The wall patterns are smeared with my finger prints.
I shall stain more this time
Making markings of dust; fuelling feelings of peril.
I am Nonyenim.
I am the curator of puffy eyes and wet nose
I am indifferent to wails from the village walls
Your sadness is my joy
Your Sorrow drives me further in death’s arms.
Your pain I relish, As I take my fourteenth step.
Dusk buries the sun
In black cocoon. Quenching
Fierce furnace heat. Halting heat
Of daylong triumph. The moon
Anew from daylong slumber.
Big grin and warm. Peeping
In pious boldness.
Fluid white petals in
Suspended garden above;
Ever pure and static.
STEER THE WHEEL
Live, but for a day
Take the stage and get applause
Ensure smiles at dusk
The will makes the steps
You unwind in victory
Live well and play well