New world

KWENU! Our culture, our future

New World

Nwachukwu Matthew Ezewudo

Ewoo! In a strange land of funny peoples

And I wonder what I have woken into

The only sight I remember is the sun

As I shiver in the cold of my new reality

Kata obi, fantasies have been dashed

All the dreams and expectations were lies

Flying across the Atlantic was a burden

Touching down, you encounter people and ideologies

Uwa ozo! Welcome to the end of community

Nwa Igbo, this enterprise is apart from your native republicanism

And you will pay for nearly the air you breath

Welfare and the cards are here your kith and kin

I dread what my progenies shall become

Could I tell them about Nri or Umunna?

And we may have to speak in different tongues

It dawns on me, I have come to lose some essence.

Nwachukwu Matthew Ezewudo writes from Atlanta, GA