I shall kneel
before these two moons
wrapped in your neckerchief,
Giant mounds awaiting
nature’s harvest.
I shall tug your waistline –
for favour
when your apples
begin to fall
at the rustle
of 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 page.