Nameless we grew together.
In the village,
Our homes were common rooms
But I only tell of your house by sight.
My longing to have a glance at your compound.
Is frustrated by your unwelcome.
Nameless, my playmate
My hope of our past arousing attachment is gone
For your hearing is filled wax
Too solid for a name of my status
Of unschooled, unlearned, uneducated, unemployed…
It has been my wish -
With the belief in Christianity
We’ll share a word in lesson discussion
But my lack of English masterly
Confines me from your class.
In the church too
Your position is too high to climb for a handshake
The side of your door is too far
To see thro’ after services
Nameless I am embattled by our brotherhood.
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