Mother, We Have Come
Okereke Favour
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Mother, We Have Come

Okereke Favour

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  • Poetry
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Mother, we have come

To pay obeisance to the gods left behind

Your sons who spat in disgust to the mmanwu

Your sons who welcomed the many Wise men from the West.

Mother, we have come

To bath in the river Ezeala

We have come

To drink from the river Oparaugo

Mother, we have come

To beat the drums left at the foot of the orange tree

We have come

To sing the song of our ancestors

Mother, we have come

To pour libation on the gods' footstool

We have come

To dance the dance of the spirits

Mother, we have come to dip our hands in the Calabash filled with the new yam and palm oil

We have come

To be initiated in the Iwa Akwa

Mother, we have come

To rebuild the huts torn down by the cool winds from the West

We have come

To join the Babalawo in the spilling of the blood of goats.

Mother, we have come

To see our fate in the thrown cowries

We have come

To listen for the voice of our ancestors

Mother, we have come

To pay the obeisance to the gods left behind -

But our heads have become too permed to bow

Our knees are no longer naked

Our voices have recorded new notes

And our waists are now stiff

Too stiff -

To dance the dance of the spirits.

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Okereke Favour

Okereke is a 19 years old. She loves to read and write. She also does a lot of acting and a little bit of modelling. Over the years, writing as a context has successfully moved from being just her hobby to owning a greater part of her life.

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