Saturday, April 15, 2017

Day 15: April 15

A mother reconciles with one of the 21 Chibok girls recently released
by Boko Haram. This poem is written in her POV.
Photo Courtesy: premiumtimesng.com

She touched me.
And brought me sweet release.
And o, the visions that lit my mind
Would make blind men despise sight.

She stepped out of bondage
On a will that matched the mileage,
She touched me and every cold feeling
Thawed like wax and I find I can still believe.

She touched me.
And those pained years are but one minute.
And my fears bled then ran along like a river;
My joys will overflow the banks of the Niger.

She’s made of steel,
A heart that’s dying to live;
All her parts bind because she believed—
That’s what I felt when she touched me.

She touched me.
And brought me sweet release.
And o, the visions that lit my mind
Would make blind men despise sight.

Akpan


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