Abasiama Udom is a poet and writer with polymathic tendencies.
The writer of Pose and Coloured Tales with her poetry scattered across magazines and journals.
She is constantly chasing new adventures but appreciates the constancy of food, music, books, family, sleep, and football in her life. She tweets @AneuPoet
May dawn never come
If this was what night was meant to be, may dawn never come. With all its roaming evil and constant ills May I blink and slumber in peace And may the dawn never come. They who pray for a new day, heaven disappoint may they wake to a still night silent, like that night in Bethlehem when Mary pushed and angels roamed. Did you know in that night thieves sat not stealing and so the police with every bad government known to man. May the dawn never come I pray yet, I blink to the hen's lilting note a new dawn is here, my drudgeries begin
A call to play
Mother never smiles in awkward moments her laughter prim and controlled her rages not so much. Mother never settles for less it was best and nothing less her failures were her constant shame. Mother fought the feeling to love, to want, to long it was weakness waiting, lurking to consume she never wanted for tears just friends. Mother hated the sound of many feet, it was harbinger for bad news, for gossip and disdain she kept her corner quiet, her children quieter. But Kabé it was that called me to play showing the happy and smile all things foreign in our home. Kabé who left for the stars before he could become a pilot. Kabé taught me to fail, to try, to walk Kabé whose eyes lit like a thousand lamps whose laughter called mine to rupture. Kabé believed in messy and many Lacking tears he had many friends. Mother met Kabé and thought him loose Kabé met mother, he sang her a song I met them both each on the side of their fence I wanted to meet me so I rode into the sunset.
Things they do not teach
The name of one is a singular noun The name of two or more is a plural noun The names of many and more are communities But the teachers will never tell And students walk through life, armed with answers to question they'll never be asked 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' 'What is your best food or fruit?' 'When will you marry, this year or next?' But the real questions await: 'How much do you make a month?' 'Can you afford to take me out tonight?' 'The list for the in-laws are here, hope you are prepared?' P.S. Rice and stew must be very plenty But no one will teach you. The schools that teach these are closed.
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