What a fiery beauty you have become!
My brother, fruit of my father’s loins.
Thence came our crossroads.
You chose West
I chose home.
I dine amala and ewedu
I wine fura and nunu,
Ugba and palmwine are priceless to me.
You washed away your colours.
You embraced foreign cosmetics,
Your fiery train to the west.But you boarded the wrong train abroad.
It has taken you beyond your destination:
Now you are washed out, shrunken, colourless.
Now you’re neither here nor there.
@2018 Darlington Chukwunyere. First published by Praxis Magazine @2018.