A familiar pang of pain

Tears at my heart

He is leaving me again

Off on a war path.

The desert calls to him

It also tells me a story

One of loss and goodbyes

Fellow women folk and I

Ululate as they march on by

 

Oh Desert! Do not swallow my man

Quick sand, do not take my love

Desert sands be soft for his feet

Desert winds, tell him of my love

Bring him back to me.

 

Oh Desert! My home

Windy and dry

You have made my heart

Strong and tried

Do not push me further,

Pray! Don’t test my faith.

O God of the desert

Take heed to my plea

Make me rejoice again.

 

 

Debra Ayis

Also from the same Author: Changing Times : The Nigerian woman

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