LET ME GO HOME

          (I)

let me go home

for years I\"ve wastefully wallowed

in lust after West,

far from home.

I left like the second in that book

but not as the second son

father sired us many, multitudes, millions.

I left like the second in that book

but not as the second son...

Esau of the house left before me

so father\"s sons followed.

we left, father\"s wealth, not left.

we left, we took left and left-

went far, far west

where rain reigned, snow soared,

far, far west

where bikini girls guarded father\"s wealth

and aside we stood watching

as Njuka, watching their bobbling breasts,

lustfully lost.

father waited, he grew wearied

his mouth mourns all morning.

                 (II)

let me go home...

WAIT!

if I do, \"ll father recognize me?

bikini girls wangling waists,

have pierced my ears, a shinning ring noted

I believed her I "ll look better

so dangled it I along

as father\"s yoke dangles

on goat\"s neck.

let me go home,

if father recognize me,

I trust, no cock slaughters he-

for I am his killjoy

let me go home-

mind mindfully ready

but strength?

bikini girls stole my strength

when I dug into their honey pots

when my eyes hugged their breasts

when my ears listened

to the rhythmic wangles of their waists

my mind is ready

but strength...

let go my strength

let me go home!

NB: Njuka means " a newcomer" it is gotten from Ngugi Wa Thiong\"o\"s WEEP NOT, CHILD.

By Som Ogboh

Som Ogboh attended Sacred Heart College, St Paul\"s University College, Nibo-Nise and The University of Nigeria, Nsukka. He studied Education, English and Literature with a special interest in Poetry. He has written several poems published in several Journals, Magazines and Texts in Nigeria and England, UK. In 2016, he won the South-East Poetry Contest held at Imo State, Nigeria. He is a Literary Journalist, Editor and seasoned educationist. He hails from Umuoram Ozzu Awkuzu, Anambra State, South-East Nigeria.