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UNOMA AZUAH
Song of the Owl*
(For Nnenna Yvonne Ndubuisi)
We didn't have many stars to count
But we celebrated under the glowing moon
We didn't glitter in litters of gold
But kept the shine of our bronze
We clenched at our growling bellies
But had laughter to share in the
hollows of hunger
…now you're dropped
Slashed down with the force
Of a straying boulder
You had so much to give
But abandoned your basket of gifts
Mid-way to the festival of harvests
I will leave the beds we sowed
Faith, dreams, and the hope of
a tomorrow…
…fold our memories like a worn mat
and walk into the night that stole you--
We had no heavens to claim
But found our paradise on the
sands of innocence.
*The name of her last play, based on the plagues
that stole many of our lives in Nigeria.
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