Dressmaking for a naked body

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harmattan is good for every throat.

that is how to remember water is good for survival.

in a home a neighbour serves a neighbour 

water with a broken jar,

everyone learns to place a rock on the chest

& become a rainmaker.

I have left my body naked like a boy running

arms spread in the ebullient waterfall,

begging for the prince's attire to cloth my body.

there I know, a stitched frock coat woven for self

is finer than a royal mantle.

I have mastered every nail hole in my leaking rooftop

& lounged under leafless poplar in the rainy days,

& seen why I begin to learn without coach

how to make a dress for a naked body.

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Nweke Benard Okechukwu (he/him) is a budding writer of Nigerian nationality. He writes with passion, both of his personal life and nature in general. He has works forthcoming at Fantasy, ARKORE WRITES, Superfroot, En Bloc, and other publishing houses. He switches into listening to inspiring music when he's not reading/writing.

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