QUEEN MOTHER

One day when I feel like Adiche,

I will tell you the story of my mother

Wrapped in beautiful colours of her becoming, my becoming

Like an onion bulb, I will softly peel them off my chest 

Layer after layer, exactly the way she embedded them in me

Unfolding stories of strength and tenderness

How she cradled an empire from the palm of her hands

But today, I feel like a Bard 

So I will sing the praises of this warrior

Whose heart speaks love and mouth, forgiveness.