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Wandering Woman
Hers is a life of abundance
Yet emptiness abound,
Her sun has past its glow for
It rose before her dawn,
Her shadows stretch to the crossroad,
Her web is knit for she desires not mosquitoes.
Men in her life rumbles and roars like
The Lagos bar beach, they
Cause more pain than gain.
She looks very intimidating
But a tender sun melts her cream away.
Love to her has gone with the wind
She can only echo old men transmissions.
Mama desires her grandchildren,
Papa awaits the suitor’s palm wine,
Her job is now her love
And her hope she cannot hold.
She may kognomized a man to the altar
And make him a career,
She may take solace in religion and mentor the young.
She may end up a single mother
Waiting for a gold digging mugu that
Becomes her show bag.
©2011
poem
by
Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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