by Osamase Ekhator

He left with her this morning.

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Taking the memories with him;

our child

hood. Swinging away.

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I never realized he was different

till they came back,

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called me a “gorilla”

and told him,

“act like a gentleman.”

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He was able to go home.

And I was envious of that,

till I realized,

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this was home.

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All he left

as a parting gift,

was a hanging man

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in the trees.

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You planted a seed in me long ago

but times like these

make me die

just a bit.

That’s why

I wait

for my Nala

to bring me back

to my roots

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somewhere in Kenya.