If I begin to tell this story Ere, you won’t understand…
If I imprint it on the soil with my burning fingers, the seven days rain will wash it away just like it did to the memories of our youthful days.
Let mother earth bear me witness,
Let the wind carry the whispers of my tone as far as Umuike kingdom,
Let the innocent baby who had come to mourn my fate suckle it away,
Bosom which had become dry as a result of excruciating pains.
And when he finally came, it was all pains and sorrow.
Where is Dikeogu?
What will I tell Ezekeudele?
That his friend has gone to a journey of no return.
What a black period of my life!
Every morning, I wake up with pain and retire in sorrow at night.
Dike! your departure took part of me, because agony engulfs my soul.
Twenty one years you waited patiently for a child and you decided to leave without carrying him on your bosom.
Twenty one years you bore the insults from your people to make me feel loved,
You stood by me Dike…
You fought for me.
Obiajuru our son is here now, but you are nowhere to be found.
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Where are you Dikeogu?
How will I tell my story?
How will I mourn my fate?
My “chi” has abandoned me in the middle of the dark rain forest.
Finally, I will scrap my hair with pieces of broken bottle.
So soon Ere, I will be forced to swear before Umaga the green eyed deity…
I will be forced to sleep for three nights in the cave of udeoku, the goddess of smoke.
All to prove my Innocence.
Help me tell them Ere, that the burden is too much for a nursing mother who just lost her husband.
Darkness has descended on me in the middle of the day,
Where is Dikeogu?
I don’t know why it is very difficult for me to bear He was a faithful lover.
He was my hope.
He stood by me for two decades and a year to bear him a child,
He loved and cherished me Ere,
He was the husband of my youth.
He was the first man in my life and he will be the last.
Let the wind carry the whispers of my tone across…
In my next life, I will choose Dikeogu over again.
I hope I will wake up one morning and find out that it is all a dream.
It hurts deeply that I can’t feel his touch again…
It pierce my soul that I can’t look into his lovely and assuring black eyes.
His comforting and soothing voice I will never hear again.
This scar will never heal.
Where are you Dikeogu?
