A Poem for every woman who waited and for those who wait still…
AKWÉKÉ
My grandmother,
your great-grandmother
whispered words of wisdom
that I did not understand
and I threw them away
like worthless grains of sand..
And I, Akwéké
waited for you; my unborn
but you never came
seasons changed
the rains into arid air
little boys grew into warriors
maidens into sages
and yet you never came.
