By Dave Chukwuji
In my eyes, you’ll see what’s
left of the wildling that once
roamed these plains…
You won’t see the kid that
swam with mermaids
dived in the Niger for pennies
drank spirits offered
the river goddess
You won’t see the kid that searched
the depth of the river
for the carcass of the crocodile
Uncle Joe double-barrelled on Ezute
No you won’t see him
You’ll see me
just what is left
of what was…
