By Onah, Godday Ejiofor Be free my mother, From this pang of labour that lingers Like a night without hope of dawn Be free my mother, From these whales that dine upon thy children Like witches in the realm of manhunt Be free my mother, From these hands that hold thee down for decades Like the power of grave, over flesh Be free my mother, That we, your sons might be free From those who made us orphans and made you childless. Writer’s Biography
Onah, Godday Ejiofor is an undergraduate student of English and literary studies at Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He is the author of Shadows and Apparitions, and his poetry and short stories have featured in many anthologies, including the Nigerian students’ poetry Anthology, Writers Space Africa.
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James Osinachi
1/5/2022 11:14:18 am
This is indeed a great piece of art. Your use of literary devices is also commendable. What came to my mind while going through this piece our great country Nigeria and how she needs to be free so that her son (the citizens) can also be free.
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Ihekwereme Ezekiel Favour
6/5/2022 04:39:29 pm
What an amazing piece!!!
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Emmanuel Esther Kuje
7/5/2022 09:19:26 am
Meehhhnnn I'm in love with the diction and the sense of art!!
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Deh Julius
7/5/2022 11:50:18 am
This reminds me so much of Nigeria. Nice piece
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Izang Alexander Haruna
8/5/2022 04:05:52 pm
Be free, my mother...
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Nitta Amarachi
10/5/2022 11:24:04 pm
We are sons and daughters of a mother in handcuffs.
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Racheal Abu-ara Ogbulu
11/5/2022 11:16:15 pm
Be free Nigeria
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Oghome Evwierhoma
17/5/2022 04:14:25 pm
This reminds me of one of Rupi Kaur’s poems from the sun and her flowers. Where she talks about the things she wishes to tell her mother, one of which is to love her self and that she must not answer to all but herself.
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Oluwateniola Ladi-Williams
18/5/2022 01:19:40 pm
Very captivating! I keep coming back to find a meaning to this piece and it astounds me every time. I do, however, understand that it's a call for a mother(which could possibly be Nigeria right now) to be free from this pain and sorrow so that her sons (we the citizens) may also be free. Quite a remarkable piece.
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Ogugua Okwudili
18/5/2022 04:11:31 pm
Lament of a son whose mother is subjugated by negative forces, inflicting; pains, sorrows, deaths.
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Olamide Ojediran
19/5/2022 04:02:25 pm
This is such a beautiful poem. As someone who advocates for Women independence. This poem tells women to break free from the shackles holding them down and soar like eagles in the sky. It tells us that even our traditional mothers can live the life they want. olusayoojediran@gmail.com you'll love this.
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Chinzak Lekyong
21/5/2022 10:40:11 am
There is none like a mother
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21/5/2022 03:32:08 pm
I choose to question the vividity of this piece. It's super amazing though, but a lay man would just be left in a no-man's-land if this was the only Poesy written.
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Akeredolu Eniola Zion
27/5/2022 04:48:48 pm
This is a beautiful poem, with a lot of reference to society and motherhood.
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