Pondai

That night I lay silent in bed,

A life put asunder!

Trapped in the cracks

Between New and Old.

Between Western and African.

Cracked open like a gourd.

Split Brain!

 Witchcraft, goblins and religion on my left.

Science, and logic on my right.

Which one to choose?

Why does death bring more knowledge of a being than life?

I told them I liked him when I was young.

They told me I was poor, young and liked everyone rich.

I am frenzy.

Epileptic!

I am having a seizure: Corpus Callosum Agenesis!

Solace only found in poems.

That was the night my half-brother died.

The night Pondai died.