My Love

The Unknown

Weird maybe-

anomaly eye, avant-garde 

still I weep like lain on a cold sunday night.

 Fresh potatoes to make nimu - 

 let loose and die trying.

 I can see it and it looks bright,

 like Mr.Sun, "shine" i said to him.

 He gave me ideas

 and led me to my mother,

 eccentric as ever I found a smile in her garden.

 To stand firm in my truth,

 i went deep into the Nile -

 the great Nile speaks of the days of "Love" 

and "unity".

 I saw his great misery.

 In a split second, i died and it made me demented.

 Must have been a dream

 Ugochukwu.