ELEMENT OF FREEDOM By John Chizoba Vincent

Ask your mother how your father

Was sold yesterday to the hands of

righteous death, curling in fearful fist.

His stomach was empty with a widened

wild hunger and she left him to die.

Ask her of your name “Kamchetanna”.

Ask her of your sisters and brothers sold

into slavery before you were born.

She has a tale to tell of you in her mouth,

Let not this song split from my mouth

like the old Imo and Abia…

For the love of yesterday when we danced

For the craving eyes of another past generation

Freedom that calls has no guilt to kill

Freedom that speaks has no envy but

Element like the gathering of the clouds in summer

Like the chirping of the winter birds in the air

Like the waving hands of the hibiscus flowers

I have no bed that calls for absence of a body

Ask your mother for the freedom to explore

See yourself by yourself; for it’s been long

You saw yourself without a mirror

For winds will slide no more into your thought

Rays of sunlight brighten your smile again

Those dots of thin fragment substances of your laughter

Could stand in between the night of motherhood

And bound that exists between mother and daughter…

Ask your mother what killed your father

before another mistake creep in like a leper

With a burning breast of pocketing darkness

Welcomes you again.

 

 

©John Chizoba Vincent

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