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Nov 152012
 

by  Agholor Leonard Obiaderi

 

We urge the fishing boats towards

harvest,

then launch a flight of fishing nets.

They tackle the

 wind,

splash

and sink.

 

The nets return. We shy

 away. The drip of liquid beads

sparkle in the sun, our nets weightless

 like claws of hunger that slice through

stomach

walls.

 

We dare hope.An oil-well head in

 the Niger Delta Creeks sings,

frothing in the mouth,

spitting

black crude. Poisoned fish

plague the water surface.

 

With open mouths, they are beyond

begging for breath

 as if we are

saviours,

though ourselves doomed .

 

The  sheen spreads like silver

on the dusky face of the

 river.

The mirror shimmers, reflects our

 wrinkled foreheads.The stench of

sulphur hits our nostrils like a fix .

Several of the fishermen vomit over the

hull .

 

The first villager to die

 floats into the clouds at twilight even

before the fishing boats

 return. Morning,

 

 our own bones

hang over the

fire-place.

 

 

* Environmental issues in the Niger Delta