DETACHED

I saw a child
Waiting at a bus-stop
Waiting after school
Waiting in the woods.

Child, what are you
Waiting for?

I’m waiting for my mother
Waiting for my father
To come and pick me up
Take me home.

The child’s eyes
Were wide and trusting
Full of hopes and questions
And fears.

And the child said
With pleading eyes:
I really should not speak
To strangers.

The years have passed
And now when I pass by
I see a quiet adult standing there,
Smiling, detached, lonely.

And I wonder
Whatever happened to that child?

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

LOST

You don’t know
How it feels
To feel abandoned
Disoriented, homeless
Unprotected and lost
Do you?

It’s the worst thing
That can happen to
A child, a youth in
The making, a heart
In the breaking, an
Adult early forsaken.

It follows you
All your life
Like a boat sailing
And sailing and sailing
Looking, for land
To go ashore, never-finding

Sometimes I see
A pair of eyes
And I know that
You too were abandoned
And have never found
Your way back home again

The world is full of
Loneliness and stories
Half-written…

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.