10 years by, I am aging and wrinkling,
Like my mother’s wrappers, forgotten deep down in the box of old clothes.
10years and a morning, I woke up to hope
10years and a morning, the sky looked happy
10years and a morning, the messenger came bearing…
“It was a war, one well fought. Our country remains grateful…I am sorry.”
10years and a morning, the sky turned cloudy,
It was a war, in my heart and on the field.
Many years by, I am living and aching, wrinkling and fading, void and
Nnamdi Laura Chioma is a level 400 student of Law at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. She writes from Enugu City.