As i dress this manuscript, there is a man about leaving home, with a prisoner’s priceless bracelet cuffing the hair on his wrist, and he has to button up the tears in his eyelids, because someone has to be blamed for every shy girl reaching cloud nine.
In this documentary, Amarachi takes us up on the question of how we treat our heroes, especially now that the Biafra agitation has returned to the front burners.
No one listens to me
they see me as an assaulter
& not a victim
in my brokenness, I gather my particles
but burying them is never possible
broken bottles have no amends.