On the days we clung to our mother’s bosom
for the fear of being captured by vultures,
you released your child – an heir
as a sacrifice on the altar of freedom
You walked through the most dreaded path
into the vulture’s nest to peek
at the secret room that made masquerades
that whisked your people away from home
You came back to lead us with torches as
we marched behind you like soldiers on parade;
we burnt their shrouds to shreds
as you led our way to freedom!
Your legacy still dangles on the walls of our hearts
like large portraits, resting on our breastplate
we still reminisce:
Oh! how can we forget?
that a mother gave up her child for another’s.
Photo credit: Africa Global Radio
About the author:
Owoeye Olajumoke is a budding poet that resides in Ekiti State, Nigeria. She has a degree in biochemistry and a passion for poetry amidst other literary works and loves to listen to folktales as well as read Robert Frost and listen to Beautiful Nubia.
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