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Dec 02, 2019
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Cursed ones
We are an image of a god that
has been smeared and battered with mud
We are the fallen,
Descended from grace
to be kept in a place of turmoil
anyị ahọrọghị ụzọ a,
akara aka dugara anyị
The gods played a prank on us,
They gave us a beautiful lie called Life
Our lives are a puzzle
We try to unravel each day
anyị ahọrọghị ụzọ a,
akara aka dugara anyị
We are jinxed!
The rays of hope is dimmed
With our sufferings,
We can only bask in agony each day
anyị ahọrọghị ụzọ a,
akara aka dugara anyị
©zanieike
About This Poem
Last Few Words: anyị ahọrọghị ụzọ a, akara aka dugara anyị in Igbo language means ( we didn't choose this path, fate led us)
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Comments
Edna Sweetlove
5 years 9 months ago
At last a comment
I see that no one has bothered to comment on this piece even after seven days. I find that unhelpful and indeed suffer from the same lack of commentary. So here goes.
I found the interjections in the Ibo language odd and not really necessary. Why not have these in English or at least have an immediate translation instead of a not-very-obvious footnote?
I very much liked the phrase "bask in agony". Well done, squire.