Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

The River Bank


Our home stood close to the river bank,
Overlooking the Rio Andoni:
A deep blue sea that runs into the bosom of the Atlantic
I have phobia for water hence I maintain my distance.

But the sons of my mother‘re better Ijaw men than I
They will dive into the blues
And fade with the tides
Only to reach the bank with the waves

I observed with admiration but never desire to dip myself.
One day, I heard shouting at the house
My mother was wailing
One of her sons had gone with the tides
And till date we still look at the river bank
Hoping that we will find him there!

Submitted: Friday, May 31, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 01, 2013
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