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Write Me A Poem (IX): Sweetness


Write me a poem about sweetness

I can hear the vibrant sounds of 'egbe'
soaring in formless air, rising sun shining
so beautifully across the skyline, scattered
spongy clouds litter the sky, like rows
of grey perfection, spreading, calling rain,
thick palm trees dancing in eyesight,
swaying their fronds to the delight of 'nza'
as I watch mother pound on her mortar

I can feel the heat of her 'eku igwe' soaking my feet,
from the cold of harmattan breeze, the rhtymic sound
of her pestle rising and falling, like ocean waves,
pounding 'ose ndu', it's aroma wrapping around my nostril,
reeling me into the pure sweetness of sneezes

as I inhale the aroma of dust, 'ose ndu'
and mama's sweat, the many colorful bliss
that only empty stomachs could see,
saturated my longings with satisfaction
and everything that I ever dreamed of

and this, for me, is pure sweetness

#Pengician #SSA

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