Tonight was the night
the kente-coated crib began
to hold one instead of two.
Under the moonlight’s lullaby,
slender mongoose tightly clutch
their young in sanded burrows.
When morning breaks, the cawing
rooster will no longer be outnumbered by
the bellowed squeal of morning feed.
Her mother mentioned she
should’ve been the stronger one,
as if illness is a choice to burden.
Sometimes, I think about how
guilt is a river that is afraid
to flow into the ocean.
It is a slave to its freedom
like the telepathy of twin memories,
fluttering amongst the Harmattan wind.
Written by Antonio Igbokidi
Heis a MS4 at TCU & UNTHSC School of Medicine|Class of 2024.
He is National Chairperson for @SNMA
He is an Aspiring Psychiatrist and a Poet