I eat my intestines,
But your pots are flooded with food and fishes.
I walk naked,
But your seats are fashioned with purple linen.
I lie in sty, in cold nights,
While your pigs sleep in castles.
You call me brother, but you wish that
The border between us were broader.
You turn your eyes away from me
Whenever I kneel in plea for survival.
You call me brother, but you kiss
My rope of hope with a pair of scissors.
Blood is thicker than water,
But blood outside veins becomes a clot.
Brotherhood of blood or baptism
Without a sincere charity is a fallacy.
Olinya Ibeh Abuchi is a Nigerian born writer and teacher. He refers to himself as a “Pidgin-English grammarian” and studies English, Literature, and Education at the University of Benin, Nigeria. Abuchi’s work has appear on Sub-Saharan Magazine, The Green Black Tales, Nanty Greens Magazine and elsewhere.