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(written at the end of a residency in a girls' school. It was very hot that day.)

I watch them walk away,
memories of me already
evaporating from their pores.

I blame the humidity, not their youth.

Earlier, I'd folded my heart
into inked sheets of paper,
each word peppered with farewell incantations:

Ga ije ofuma, inugo?    Walk well, you hear?
Chi nwanyi gozie gi       May she-gods bless you
Ije awele                         Safe journey

I watch them walk away,
listen to their shrills & wails, like excited tribal women,
the traffic eventually swallowing up their bird song.

An old lady asks me
how long I've been waiting for the bus.

My womb feels empty.

© ebele.



Some of my word-based pieces...

- poetry is a woman

- i stepped on ur funk

- you've put on weight

- hip hop

- 5th july - 33°c

- wey you dey run go?

- one world

- aesthetics

- un-natural blonde