A whirlwind gathered at brother’s house
Crept in like a sweeping breeze
And turned and blew silently
Till its momentum built a
A John shouted in the wilderness
Of dear brother’s house
Of coming misfortune and mourn
Burning pyre and scattered folks of brother’s house.
Our ears were not in service
To the cries from the wilderness
We cast lots and threw blames
And merried far-off brother’s house
While we slept, flames peeped to our rooms
Fire was licking brother’s house
Its smoke made us choke, throttled and made us gag,
Filled our eyes – we did cry, and fell back to slumber
Muttering our condolences from the window
And let brother put out his fire.
While we slept, we heard a kiss on our roof
A hiss, our hut is aflame!
Buckets of water marched
We felt brother’s pains and saw no rat to chase
Thus, the brewing pot turned and its content spilled
We sat with cries and sighs
And wept at our debris’s sight
And we cried.
Written by Nonso Serah Uchechukwu