Sequel of a Broken Home

Patricia Anuwality Nyirongo

Unlatched the gate, stared back and waved defenselessly

I was in a dilemma of who to trust or follow
I caught her saying she will vacate for good
Thinking it’s her usual cliché
Mother really aspired what she asserted
Take all your rags! With ire baba enjoined
She really made off while I endeavored to drag her feet
Unlatched the gate, stared back and waved defenselessly
My younger brother brooded timidly
For he was ambivalent about what he saw
Till I attained strength to elucidate to him
Calling her now and then gave me a confirmation
Mother really aspired what she asserted
That was the dreadful epoch we lost our destiny
For there was no directions but so called comfort zone
Till mama showed up
When I was carrying my baby and he was down with drugs
The sequels of a broken home