NKPORO III

Home is where the wine is
Don't tell me of those songs unsung
Father died without saying his last name

And Amaka stopped his music after reading
The lyrics that flowed in &out from his radio
His flower. His photograph. His bags.
She moved to the shrine of his grave...

Here Nkporo birthed him through a number
Of waning memories molestating fate...
Nkporo can't be forgotten so soon
That ancient land holding rivers on high places.

Tell them that we no longer breed ghost
Tell them that we gathered the skulls of
Our ancient history on the mountain in Agbala the spirited road that leads to our home no longer hurts legs...


& Nkporo has become a woman of many colours.


© John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage.