NIGHTS

And on those nights,

When darkness is an inky blackness

Across the sky,

And daybreak seems long in coming,

My heart tries to listen for you

But I hear nothing.

It is heavy—

this darkness

that has buried my soul 

in a cataclysm of pained emotions,

colouring my soul a hue of nothingness.

WAITING

I’ve been waiting, watching, bidding my time

The say patience is the key

I do not know about such things 

But I have been waiting.

Ajoba...

It’s not been easy o

Watching blue clouds turn grey, black then blue again

You’ve been sitting with me in silence

Yet you do not understand these things

Ajoba,

You wouldn’t understand 

Why should you?

You are too much young to understand

To understand life’s offices 

And I’m the clerk

Night has come and you must rest

My old bones creak with despair 

You look at me with those familiar haunting eyes

Ajoba...

I can not bear to look at you

Tears have begun their descent on my hilly face

Ajoba, please go inside and rest.

You stir a little

Then you take your sleepy eyes inside with you

Goodnight ‘Mma 

Goodnight Ajoba

I will wait for black to turn grey then blue..

The crickets are chirping my mournful song

Tears have begun their descent