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The Arrival
by
Charles Okafor
[for
Ganiyu, my employer's newborn child]
The curtain has risen
Over my dreams beyond
The heights of life
You make your debut
In the cold-stalked month of December
The harmattan hurling dust around,
As men prepare their hearts
To contain the tides of the yuletide.
From your birth spot you saddle the years
After Tunde, muyi, and the others
Your arrival but a beloved welcome
Mother I am caught
Amongst fireflies and red roses
And the plushy plum that mounts the tip of your
breast.
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