A lost song
I don’t stand out famous
Like Mandela’s cell
Or Soyinka’s cloud head
Or obj’s false faces.
I stand out dumb
Like a sore thumb, a pain
Exiting sudden fragrance across seas
To nostrils that wait.
I don’t wish for a papa’s grey hair
But to sit, rocking on his lair,
Singing to the floating winds
A song lost in the wombs of a memory.
Orike Didi 04: 15 DWP,03/August/2008.
poem by Orike Didi
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