Dedicated to my Cousins
Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)
The battle had been won;
Reunion, some soldiers returned
Others plan to;
‘Good morning ma’
They might have said
After morning prayers before breakfast
Now… hearts in dashing pupil
Options ran inundated
Like bullets and Diallo
Response in a blink
Phone rang in marathon;
Skeptic plead universe
For paramedics and miracles
Turned powerless oracles in Agbor
‘Please confirm before embalming’
A female voice cried believing in miracle.
Vultures gathered around the tent-top
Tenth sunrise in November
My family must remember
With winked faces inundated with tears.
By Onyeche Vincent E. Onyeka
This is one of the bitter-days calamities. I heard the news; ‘she is dead’. Wish I could be more useful. Not even my words could calm things; my big cousins lost their mum; my aunt.