When the Time Comes
— For the goat beneath the kola tree — Come, NomaEat well.This cassava peel is sweeter than yesterday’s.Yes, I see the way your ears flick.You understand more than you let on. I remember when you were small,legs like broomsticks,chasing shadows across the compound.Now look your beard carries the wisdom of old drums. You’ve heard enough stories,sitting by my feet…
