I shall kneelbefore these two moonswrapped in your neckerchief,Giant mounds awaitingnature’s harvest.I shall tug your waistline –for favourwhen your applesbegin to fallat the rustleof the first leaves. Chike C. Aniakor EDITOR’S NOTE Originally published in Nigeria Magazine on 01 Jan 1981, p. 122. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived […]