These past months have visited us strangely
with new realities and unfairness.
The streets are empty, the stone coated earth
No more oppression from our footsteps.
With hunger roaming freely
My dad now discusses with the lizard in the
they tell him stories of his childhood.
He has noticed my two stranded beards and
My sister’s pea sized breast.
We all smile sheepishly at mummy’s dry joke;
It sounds more funny now.
The food these days taste better without drumsticks,
Soon our collarbones will protrude bearing its own report.
Ozota Gerald Obinna is a writer from Enugu, Nigeria. He is a student of Pharmacy at University of Nigeria, he believes writing is his shell where he takes solace and writes mainly about his environment. He is a poet who continues to explore more literary styles to tell his stories. You can follow him on Twitter @Ozotagerald