Onitsha Was Left With Many More …
Onitsha was washing her ashes with tears and hot dark blood. She was calmed seeing her children as they dance painfully on a combustible liquid fire.
Fire painted Onitsha to appear as a goop old woman. Who cannot speak aloud or outcry to say or sing ‘ a goodby ‘ song to her children as they travel to Gehena, a land of misery.
I’m not sure they are there; yet, or in heavens either. Maybe I haven’t been there before. Or have you, Onitsha?
Perhaps, they can never rot in hell or suffer where devils live. Since they’ve once or more lived in Onitsha. Or are you more righteous than them, Onitsha?
Or are you not Onitsha where nursing mother dead after bathered her son.
Perhaps, ‘ changing his napkins and wrapping him around her body to feel the warmth of a mother.’
Onitsha! This baby is neither warmed nor cold. Both the son and the heartwarming mother were hot – hot ashes!
You saw them as they all gave ALL to dust. Alas!
Death can we ever tame you with any good reason ?
Or steer you to a time or tide when they’ll be no Wednesday again in Onitsha?
Onitsha is not yet gone!
At least it’s been left with ashes of pains, a broken heart of male and female – ( young and old ).
who said ‘ goodbye ‘ – but never knew they won’t be back for log or again.
Onitsha; rejoice! For you have delivered more orphans who will now hover the street with heavy heart and empty stomach, searching for the food their parents left before they were sent on a journey of no return, by the lane of fire.
Onitsha be glad and, find joy in all you do. Stay Peace for all, you still have something to more to mourn, more to fear, and more to cry.
Spring up – like grapevine,
brag around your agony with your ash of lost.
Bye onitsha till we meet again.
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