Helen Ghogomu G. Chwienui
WOMAN
Show me a woman and I will show you a wind
Which way blows she at dawn?
And where stands she at sunset?
You are the undiscovered planet
Show me the wrinkles on your young face
And I will tell you the cause.
Your ways are complex
The infant’s solace and security
The youth’s dread and horror
The husband comfort and, yet the same
To force him out from home.
I could as well trust the ways of wind
As to rely on a woman
As one contented to be African.