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FRUITS AND COFFEE BLUES by Tonye Pepple

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You had mangos alone
The whole of last year
It purged you in June
You never steered clear
 
 I asked you why
You said it was sweet
Sweet things make us cry
Not in this case, you snapped
 
Yesterday was January's last
The bloom, of good mango days
Your fridge reminds me of a washed-up pot
Never knew mangos too, had Lenten days
 
Before you empty your pretty tank
Crying for trees that will not grow back
Take this and eat, it’s yet another fruit
Look in your garden, if you want more to eat
 
Tomorrow I'll bring you a lemon
Just so you don't purge on this one again
Tastes nasty I know, but you'll get used to it
Black coffee with time also tastes sweet

Cut

Cut, 

Cut, 

Cut me well, 

Till I am 
no more 






e. 

Make sure 
too, 
to burn 
me so 
good, 

As ash 
for your stove, 

So you can 
see me no more. 

But when you 
find me next 
year, 
In 
e v e r y 
forest 
a r o u n d, 

Don't ask me 
"how?" 

My wooden ash, 
will make love 
to the earth, 
and tomorrow 
give, 
twin birth of 







you 
can 
never 
ever 
Cut.

I did not forget

I did not forget you on the lawn
Like the footprints we discard, 
On sands of journeys past, 

I did not delete you from my chip, 
Like the virus we disinfect, 
From our old memory cards,

What I did was fumigate,
The creeping things you left
In the castles of my mind,

Perhaps it was wrong for me
Not to have left you there,

Maybe I was a big fool
Not to disinfect you away,

But in these rainy days,
I'm glad I have a home, 
Where no snakes exist 
to bite, when you arrive. 

Tonye Willie-Pepple from Bonny Island, Rivers State, writes Poetry, Drama and Fiction, in 2013 he won the PEN Nigeria/Saraba Prize for poetry, he is an alumnus of the Fidelity International Creative Writing Workshop, he lives in Port-Harcourt,Nigeria.



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