NAIJA POETRY 15: Corn Rows

‘Those rows in the backfield, they need more water, ‘
Mom whispered.
‘More cow dung, ‘ Dad claimed.
I guess he meant more carefully manicured manure.

It’s not as if I am new to this old field.
It’s not as if I am a hired hand or something.

I have planted these rows before, seen rain
change to sunshine, change to rain.

I have seen floods like tears run through
old furrows between rows, between hard dust.

I have carefully tended these corn rows before.
I have even pictured them growing firm roots.

AUTHORLind Grant-Oyeye, born in the Niger Delta region of Nigeria, in April 1975.

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