My Brother. Poem by Osagie Francis samuel Omono

My brother is my brother,
Though we may have our differences, we are still brothers for sure we will reconcile again.
I won't sell my brother, even though he hurt me,
I won't betray him, neither will I sell him off,
For it was in the days of old, days when I allowed ignorance and greed to rule over me,
Days when I sold them off for a bottle of gin,
Days when I sold them off for a common mirror and gun powder. But today I am wiser and it's now Never again.
I will be my brother's keeper,
I will uphold him instead of betraying him.
I will lift him up when he is down,
I will nurse him back to health,
When down with Iba.
I will give him food, when he is hungry and give him water when thirsty.
I will be the cloth to cover his nakedness.
I will be there for my brother, for I can't fly when my brother who is my other half is falling.