Poem – My Awkuzu Mistake (By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh)

My Awkuzu Mistake

 

Maybe it’d been a perfect end

That time we shared at Awkuzu

On crumpled cotton bedsheets—

Testimony of what we called love

 

Or maybe we should’ve just ended it

That infamous night in February

You confessed I was not the only one

And yet you called it love

 

That was not the only lie you were telling

He was not the only thing you were hiding

Why did I ever think we were something?

Why didn’t I accept we were nothing?

 

Love?

 

*Awkuzu is a village near the Nigerian city of Awka.

 

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