Don’t get used to the exhilaration,
It is a bubble that will soon burst
To be followed by the long deprivation
And the unbroken thirst.

Get used to the soberness instead,
It will stay for longer than you hope
And will be your daily bread
With which you have to daily cope.

I try not to yearn for the happiness,
But the heart is treacherous;
Unbidden it feels a new tenderness -
This happens to all of us.

And there are some pains you prepare for -
They will always come, come back to you,
For once upon a time it was you who tore
It out of your heart and gave it a job to do.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river