I grew up in a small town,
close to my father's belt
in the middle of my mother's heart
i flew kites in the harmattan season,
i swam from the same river where we drank water,
broken winds in the wet season,
nostalgia and firewood,
toiling in heat and unyielding soil,
until they came, asking for the share of their own harvest in our own land,
father raised his arms to beg for our stomach,
but they saw his hoe, and my peeled knees,
splinters of lead found their way into my eyes,
i did not see my life when it ended.
Festus Obehi Destiny.
Small town.