Voice to the Voiceless
Fortune Nwaiwu
See how norms have numbed me ! See how a once sacred queen Now sprawls on ashes In sackcloth !
See how tradition has trivialised me – She who was once admired Now undesired ! Then my soul moans and groans – What language could I speak That the dead would understand ? What sacrifice could I offer That the dead would accept ? Since everything dead is dead , Then the dead are dead ! ***
When the Blood is High ( Spoken by the Widow )
They say patients with high blood pressure Are treated with movies and zoos To quiet the heart and normalise the blood . The patients are entertained with soothing words To quench the fire burning in their souls .
They say pictures are like spices That can bring down the pressure So the patients are less pierced .
37 | P a g e