BEING NIGERIAN, A POEM BY PRECIOUS OKEKE

01….
Each night I sit on my bed
Fighting back the rising panic
Seeping through my sterile room
My stomach a hard knot of fear
Asking questions inside my head
Who’d be the next cow to be slaughtered?

02….
Each day I step outside
Wearing all the weight of fears like a flower
When I walk down our street
I see an eeriness hanging in the air
So, I hasten my steps
Trying to warm away the sick, cold lump of fear in my stomach

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