On the shelf of solitude,
silence is a book,
with black & white pages,
telling stories which died
on their way to the village square;
like that of Enem Ogodoo,
the one who spent a lifetime,
oiling a flute which would
play the first note of her dirge.
See, motherhood is not a place
for a woman who wants no stain,
for if she escapes the stain of blood,
breast milk will stain her,
& if she escapes the stain of tears
sweat will stain her.
Ill-fated Enem Ogodoo escaped none!
When we heard that her son, Ijachi,
who was but a baton in the hands of
medicine men, had crawled to his grave,
we knew she lost a five year battle,
one that she fought, only armed with love.
Everyone, with basins of condolences,
we assembled at her hut to wipe her tears,
but this morning, she was gone!
the night swallowed her.
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