My Leaking dream
Jos, Nigeria
2024, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
It is a day like any other
The Chapel from down the street stands tall
Punctuated by the seeking waters that surround it
It is a day like any other
Mum is hustling buckets up and down the stairs
The bathroom leaks
The kitchen leaks
My room, damp
It is a day like any other
And my house may not hold this much again
The rains are not like before
But then the trees are not like before
We watched the town hall crumple
In a relentless battle of rain, and flood
Pa said , with eyes swollen of regret
“Even in the last 100,the rivers never left it’s banks
The hall stood in glory, and now…”
His voice trails off
It is a day like any other
We meet our teachers
Swimming across to classes
The waters leave us with no land
With no green
With no breath
And, no will for books
But we try
It is a day like any other
The rain won’t stop
It should be dry harmattan
Why are the rains here?
What have we done?
The crops are failing
The plants are dying
Our farms have no hope
Mum wears a long look
It has been a long year
It is a day like no other
The Chapel from down the street is defeated
Punctuated by the seeking waters that surround it.
Reflection
Reflection
I cry as I narrate this, my family, my human race staying in an unsure future. Though we have roofs over our heads, but at raining seasons, we never slept having peace of mind. But regardless we leave the earth bare. We leave her with no choice but to punish our thoughtless actions. Rising tides, erosions, no evergreen plants anymore . But why! I will plant trees and I will see to it that I do my best to save earth. Hey friends, please do your part in saving this perfect dwelling place we have " earth".