JULY IN NSUKKA
Ice-chilled and damp
My surrounding was almost unfamiliar.
My old cardigan I wore and a cup of whisky in my throat
down,
Down with hunger but to step outdoor I was afraid.
It had been raining all weeks and days.
Works abandoned in the farm
No man works under constant rain and cold
It kills with fever.
Trade was slow and unusual
Too many things are not selling out
Beers and sachet water not sold out as usual
Bread and pastry thin out
The only thriving market is usury
The market was full, muddy and slow
Traders talking in small groups ‘cause no business as usual.
They were clad in heavy wooly cloths.
Church attendance thins down
Many a church is in the open or poor shades.
Pastors mustn’t die;
They must preach door-to-door,
They should live by the gospel those that preach it,
And ‘cause of July souls mustn’t go to Hades.
Towards the end of July we saw the sun
Bright and bright
It brought life
Life to life
There were smiles
And sales
There were stories and merries
For the sun not the rain
Washes out tears.
© Osy Ugwu
31st July, 2013.
At Nsukka