Voice to the Voiceless
Fortune Nwaiwu
Are you not he who was pronounced widower By the jealous fate ? Were you not crowned a widower by the unseen foe ?
So , what do you harbour in your mind After hearing all my woes ?
I tell you , If you think of me as a vampire , Then , the world will see you As a graver vampire . ***
The African Woman ( Spoken by the widower ) ( The Widower )
African woman , Your beauty is incomparably wonderful Like gold in a glisten glass That ’ s held in high esteem and care .
African woman , You ’ re irresistibly beautiful Enamoured by a morning dew Refreshing like a cedar planted in the river That bears millions of fruit in its time .
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