Marriage of Faith

Exactly 5 years ago my father
married his pocket with his
heart, sent her over the seas.

The land they say was greener
this was what his heart desired.
He had faith that the melodies
of a foreign land would not cause
his citadel to fall in step to the dance of lost souls.

You see she was craved
from an iroko tree, raised
in the belly of rusted roofs,
molded between the rods
and the words, surely her heart
must have bended to truth
of her destiny. She must
have learnt what it means
to be her father’s daughter.


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