N’na
You maned me nine moons;
You are a woman;
You are a mother and best;
You are curing as heavens;
You are luring as maidens;
You owe me no coin;
I owe you the dollars;
N'na
You coughed sporadically;
Unappetising for a sumptuous;
You salivate for clay;
You spit unwittingly;
You vomit looking wishy-washy;
You have nightmares;
All awake night at dusk
The time no bellbird heard
N'na
In and out of your womb l see you:
My horse
My donkey
My parasol
My kangaroo
My Canopy
My roof
My home
My bed
My dustbin
My security
My army leader
My life anchor
My placenta
My all in all
N'na
I can't forget your love;
I can't stop eulogising;
And a mirror of all women
And a mirror of all mothers
N'na
You care for me;
You wipe off my tears;
You wipe off my phlegm;
You cure my catarrh;
You cure my diarrhea;
Hidden herbs you fetch;
Hills top you climb;
And get them home
And get them boiled
Just to rescue an unnamed
N'na
There is no medical;
There is no physician;
Yet l get cured of the undesirable;
And heal of the curable
N'na
When shall these memories go off my mental;
As they linger around
Deep in my skull
Where your images are
As they ring copiously
And l say thank you mum;
As a return awaits you Mum
N'na
Live indelibly
N'na' N'na ' N'na
EMMANUEL GULARI
March 2021