"Small Girl, Big God” by Eduoe Ndifreke

Every night, he tugs his ears at the wall demarcating his room from ours,

Hoping to gather echoes of Mama’s heart-cries

Just so he could profess solutions that would make me

Fall prey to his schemes –

Like a politician icing his poisonous tongue,

So voters may inhale an enticing breathe.


He is an offspring of the loud-old-dude

In whose abode we obtain shelter;

Therefore, he knows the numbers of akara Mama has to fry

To settle the bill of their decayed roof

Which smiles sheepishly at Mama’s bald head.


He knows the numbers of academic trials I’ve missed

For lack of “Bubu’s notes”... http://syncityng.com/2018/07/16/small-girl-big-god-by-eduoe-ndifreke/