Coming home
By Abraham Nwankwo
Before crossing the Aham Bridge,
He waded in to quench his thirst.
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In those days of his childhood,
They came to the river to fish and swim.
He branched into a footpath,
That led to the back of his family’s compound;
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And observed the rusty corrugated iron roof,
Of his father’s land-mark house afar.
Approaching, he could recognise some voices
Of mothers loudly calling their stubborn kids,
To call it a day with plays and return;
To come and eat and go to bed.
His heartbeat quickened as he negotiated
Round the palace walls towards the entrance.
Beholding him the family rushed in excitement;
The missing boy has come back safe.
