from my mother’s daughter’s waist beads
& tuft of free-hand woven hairstyle
see the culture returning from unhealthy
unhealthy bodies exiting cancerous
truth is there’s too much homeliness
in breaking kola with people’s language
too much nativity in offering libations.
& happy we’re picking our old veils
from toying with them in the pigsty.
we usually bathe in a confined room—
a step or two away from the dining room
but who knows its freedom
running to dive into & swim in the river?
today we’re decolonizing everything
bail out ourselves from the psycho-incarceration
& now dine on garnished abacha
gulp zobo from brown calabash
& quaffing free rushing waters the one from
Ebonyi river & greeting everybody in the
mother tongue & that’s what it means to be home & home running through your veins.
– Nweke Benard Okechukwu