At home as her husband hustles
To find answers to grumbling bellies
Of their (or her) seven daughters
Awake through the barren nights
When Mr. Husband wouldn’t turn up
For she’s sure he’s inside Iniobong
A former friend
Idle like her certificates
Sir Husband wants not the men in suits
And ties smiling at his property
(If house chores, child care and nursing sores
Can be called idle)
At home with a veil made of routines
Traditions, customs and baseless how-to-dos
Well knitted with threads of intents
To keep Ekaette seated
Ekaette sits. Ekaette sits!
When will Ekaette stand?
Kayode Afolabi, a Nigerian trained medical doctor, enjoys listening to, reading and writing poetry. His poems have appeared on Kalahari Review and some others are forthcoming on Tuck Magazine. Kayode is a chronic cakehaholic.