by JULIET EZEPUE
Your Name
Maybe it was the cold.
I have never liked the easy wind of cold winter days.
Maybe it was the place.
I never understood the bewitching charms of Augusta.
Maybe it was the month.
I have always ignored the swiftness of February.
Or maybe it was you.
Now, I truly wonder if it was you.
Life for you is so simple, so good.
You know your name. Olisa,
God. Yes, you know, it so well,
but that’s not all. Because I know him too, God. I do.
And we both want to be his branches and he the vine.
We both want to remain in him and he in us.
Like the sun every morning,
or the wings of eagles rising higher,
or streams of water flowing in a river,
or tall trees growing in a forest.
We want the unending joy of these things
and him taking us to green fields where we rest,
to streams of water where we drink,
strength for all this life brings,
but most of all like your name Olisadubem,
to guide our feet along the right paths.
Your name is all you need.
Your name is…
Love
And when I speak of love, I speak of you. I speak of how you emptied yourself in me, one fine Friday evening and nine months later, we birthed a queen so powerful like the amazons of Dahomey, Queens of Nimo.
I speak of our boys, all three of them with beauty so numberless, wisdom so endless, that it can only be God.
When I speak of love, I hear stories of life along a place where crocodiles roam free, you a little boy, roaming free, yet trapped in a world that would rather silence you with brute force. I speak too of the ways you sailed through that life to this. Sailed through joy, sailed through sorrow, and still survived, connected to a higher glory.
See your love, is like an amazing grace, one that found my soul when I was so lost. Your love, is central to my flow, central to all I breakthrough to find my soul, like moments where I fall to the ground with my face to the ground. And when I stand, even though I tremble, your love is there, holding me steady, like a rock.
Your love is kindness, tenderness, everything in Corinthians, and eternal. Your love is like a tree by streams, with roots near water. Even on days without rain, your love keeps bearing fruits, keeps staying green, never running out, never running dry.
Your love, this love, will never be moved, not when it’s the very air I breathe. Your love, helped me birth Belles that are dreamers, boys that are artists, and theorists, and mind healers in a world where minds remain in disarray. Ours is a mesmerizing array of perfect love that drives out fear knowing that there is no fear in love. Your love, this love that birthed these words that I speak of, powerful, numberless, endless, glory, rock, eternal, this perfect love is you, God.
Undoing
I imagine
undoing,
ending,
the woman
killing
memories
of girlhood,
in me,
unafraid,
believing,
in nothing,
just loosening,
trouble,
rustling
pain,
embracing,
love,
all buried
within,
like snow,
falling
rain,
liberating
my mind
Loving
this day,
I begin,
opening,
to you,
only you,
see
only you
can
begin this
I imagine,
undoing.