They sit no more watching the clouds
Men with raffia hats and machetes
Women with weeding hoes and baskets
They wail no more like beetles
Naked children with dry bones
Looking hard like pine cones.
They drink no more their urine
And demolished their latrine
The soil no more eat-up the yam
And make suffer, the farm
The sun no more baked dungs of goats
And make scarce manure for plants.
The withered shrub has bloomed along the paths
The thirsty animals has leapt to their feet.
And the dry silent thatches
Are now beating like wooden drums
And the dry sandy streams
Are now flowing like sweet tears.
For the long awaiting rain has come
Descending from the cloud
Like a princess
Dances down from the throne.
Kufre Udeme is a strong-willed writer with an artistic commitment to beat the blind criticism of Africa. Since 2007, his writings have been published in local and international publications, including All States, The Evangelist, and Update Newspapers. His poem “The Obama Nation” was published in 2011 by Fullosia Press. Please visit www.kufreudeme.blogspot.com to contact him.