Posted: July 17, 2014 in Poetry
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by Tonye Willie-Pepple

There used to be
the flowers covering
Amaka’s fences,
The fumes from Ukachi’s
generators, the zinc homes
behind both houses
with children, envying
the other children.
There used to be
some things that
made us happy, The
kisses when no one was
looking, the drama we
played as growing children,
You and I always
the couple.
There used to be
the sound of Papa’s
laughter, The aroma
from Mama’s kitchen,
There used to be us
fighting for meat balls
and Grandma happily
angry for our disturbing,
The sacredness of
her news time.
There used to be
a clinic along Onitsha
rail road, where we
cried as little children
from pains of the nurse’s
injections against an
annoying mosquitoe’s
There used to be
aday we cried together,
Amaka and Ukachi
Also joining, crying for
the so much damage
from a fire outbreak,
which started in
The neighbouring
Zinc house.
There used to be
from that day onward,
a people who used to
live on one street,
scattered all over
our country’s cities,
growing with divergent
viewpoints, Mourning
Father, Mother, acquaintance
and all the things
That used to be.

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

  1. LegendaryCJN says:

    These childhood memories are too much alive. Such resurrected memories are hard to create lyrically, but when we see one like this, those of us born in those days when ‘THERE USED TO BE…” appreciate it.
    Thanks Pepple, thanks lyriversity.
    This one touches me especially.

  2. Anene Francis says:

    Memories sour and many more sweet,
    Evoking gloom but mostly thrills…
    Their part done and baton passed on.
    Spry present can only watch
    the old guys in sleep lie:
    Missing those delightful eyes,
    Amused by the old-school snores,
    Saddened by the scars of several falls.
    But grateful to them for setting the pace
    and also the many mistake made,
    Now anti-slip grips in the trainers
    For progress of the present’s race thus far. ~F6 … You know what inspired this. Weldone mr Pepple.

  3. timnwaobilo says:

    Closed eyes
    …There used to be

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