Tears of Blood by Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan

Aisha
hear me where ever
you may be,
let your ears be quickened,
fastened tightly
as I beckon to you.

Those tears you shed
the tears of blood
on the day fatherland
accompanied with motherland
surrendered you unwillingly to be
sent
far away to a land unknowingly
known.

The cloth you wore
that night before you left
the scarf with which you tied
on your long braided hair
I saw it laid on the floor at dawn
bathed, soaked, wretched with
those same tears of blood.

You forgot to journey with shoe
the shoe mama Aisha
bought with her stipend money
for you to wear on salah day
never to look frail amidst your
peeps
that shoe still lies at the entrance
weeping tears of blood.

Aisha
tonight I saw mama Aisha
our own lovely mother
lying down on her sick bed
streaming life.
I wept bitterly, unhappily sad
when I took a look at the sand
in our compound
the one we usually sit on at night
taking selfies of the moon with
our smiles.

Aisha
am damn sure you hear this
cos I had sent the
air you breathe in
a message to be delivered in you
that those tears of blood
still make noise at night

causing us to sleep walk outside
to sleep on the floor you last laid
before you left.

These tears of blood
still make life uneasy.

Aisha- this is the Yoruba name of one of the girls captured by Boko-Haram.

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