I long for home
For the dry heat
For the harmattan
and the red soil
but here I stand
day after day
year after year
through seasons
the cold snow
slowing my bronze blood
under florescent lights
When will I return?
to my home
where the sun is warm,
and shines brighter at noon
where the faces mirror mine
glistening under golden sun
To my fathers in corals of red
and my mothers in ivory
dancing to the beat of the drums
that would welcome
The lost
The exiled
the homesick

Author’s Biography

Chukwuebuka is a Nigerian poet whose work explores memory, grief, faith, and the quiet tensions that shape ordinary lives. His poetry is interested in the spaces between mortality and meaning, drawing on mythology, history, and personal experience to examine what remains after loss.