Ballad of an Ibibio Poet – Felix Eshiet
At dawn, she watches the river mist rise,
ears twitching at the silent voices only she hears.
The elders say spirits favor small bodies,
that power wears a soft skin so no one sees it coming.
At dawn, she watches the river mist rise,
ears twitching at the silent voices only she hears.
The elders say spirits favor small bodies,
that power wears a soft skin so no one sees it coming.