Poem title: Astray
Author: Agnes Omayioza Yusuf
It was on the night of the 7th moon
When we strode out of our soil
We were going for greener pastures
Or would I call it a better life
Mama told me to make her proud
Or at least to give her a child
I had better dreams
To go to the country of the chalks
Because money flowed on the floor.
I set out into my journey of doom.
A voice said to me
Take a look at yourself!
But the dust of poverty has blocked my ears
My people called,
But a goat that is set to eat grass
Will go lengths to eat that grass.
And then I set foot from my black soil
Working out my life color
I lost hope
As the bodies increased on dry land
My throat was already patched up
My stomach beat the drum of shame
Making it rumbles of thunder
Night came and a chalk man stepped up to me
He then tore my life essence
He broke my will to fight
And then I knew that the journey had just begun