Damp Dampy of a Season
by Kufre Udeme
When the sliding rain was beating the roof When much cold coated the wall When the stunted flame provided only some warmth When the roasting was done for the mouth When the wild flesh had turned mild like butter When the munching swallowed recognition of the season When the sliding rain persisted in beating the roof * [Author’s note] I wrote the poem in mud walls and thatch roof kitchen on a rainy day. I was warming myself by the bamboo wood fire, and it reminded me of the olden days of wet season. I decided to write a poem about it. The poem tells what usually took place in ancient Africa during rainy season, especially in my own tribe, the Ibibio. |
Copyright © 2012 by Kufre Udeme