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Terrified by the bushbaby’s cry

I could hear the cries
Whose baby is it?
I bet you, the tears
Dropping can fill pits.
In an awkward state
Could it be witches
I reached for my faith…
Praying it all cease
My heart became ice
Froze by many please.

I could hear the cries
Could it be a child
I just could not see..
In darkest of nights
Under the lime tree
Superstitions say
It kills who it sees
In I had to stay
I chose not to be
The brave knight, tonight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native Fly: Childish Superstition

Childish Superstition

I played a lot like other teens

Indoors and outdoors soiled my clothes

I got my tooth broken

In childish combats and play.

 

Up my little cranium, I closed eyes

Crying bitterly, I backed the walls

Then threw the wrecked tooth

As the crow flies to the rooftop

 

Curious and frighten

That it may be eaten

By birds, lizards and all

I prayed to God for a guard.

 

“If eaten by birds it will never grow!

So I sang good songs, to the birds.

Then; brothers and sisters were young

Fathers and mothers old; friends and I were all teen.

 

To be intelligent;

Cocoanut juice dare not drink

Play on kids but for your mothers’ sake

Dare not draw lines along the streets; by dragging sticks.”

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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Comments:

In line 8, ‘As the crow flies’: stands for straight. That is; “then threw the broken tooth straight to the roof top”

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Childish superstition is all fun. Then we were told that when we break a tooth, we shouldn’t just throw it anywhere. We were asked to cast it to the rooftop. And when doing that we endeavoured to close our eyes. If not the broken tooth would never grow. There was this childish false notion that drinking the juice from cocoanut shell would make us (little children) unintelligent so we ate only the milky part. We were also told that if we drew lines with sticks as we ran by the road, our mothers’ breast would grow to long.

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