A friend
Is a person who your heart trusts
With or without a reason understandable to your mind.

And when your heart then distrusts
There is also a reason why
But sometimes only the intuition knows it at first

If the friend has told a deep lie
And then the truth and the lie
Begin to grow side by side beside each other

And the matured truth shall say to the matured lie
How strange, how hard to believe,
That you and I once thought we were friends.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river