Why Nights?

The children are playing under the Odan tree,
Jumping round the tree in songs and tales.
Highed by Amala and Ewedu just taken,
They perform several acrobatics under the guard of the Moon.

The play is near its climax.
When the shower beater releases his million strokes.
All children run to their mothers’ bosom;
Under a plastic bag- a cover from the perforated cover.
The mother stands often times to empty the pool beside the bed.
Father is devising a stop to leakages…

Sleep travelled far away
As our lids never shut,
But blink as the liquid drops on our lashes.

No sleep, no play
Whenever he comes at Night.

 

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