The silence froze us
Froze our minds and thinking
Froze our insides
Froze our souls
Reasoning lost the battle to ice-block coldness;
That which once was hearts gazing at each other in fondness;
But not anymore
We now dwell in the ice of our silence,
Cemented by our defiant spirit.
Years upon years;
Our “hellos” and “goodmorning” spat through clenched teeth;
Our ice block cold smile plastered on our doll faces;
And every show put on when friends came visiting;
As our ice land grew colder and colder.
Night upon night;
Our lovemaking grew more and more robotic;
Every touch left behind the scar of ice against ice;
Every moan rehearsed or feigned
As the coldness set us to shiver.
Then came our dear, Anyanwu;
On the ninth month she came wailing into the world;
Her cries cracking the ice between I and Him;
Slowly but with purpose.
Two months on,
And her smile, oh her smile, brought with it great warmth;
A warmth that frightened the ice that had settled between us;
Warmth that promised great changes that will rock our ice caves.
Our dear Child, Anyanwu;
She set her hot glow around our coldness;
And thawed our hearts;
Thawed our minds and thinking;
Thawed our inside;
Thawed our souls.
And our ice block cold smiles cracked into one of great warmth;
Our “hellos” and “good morning” rose from open mouth;
Our touch melted the coldness of our flesh;
Our moans became less and less feigned.
The glow and warmth that was our Child, Anyanwu;
Gave us warmth by day and cast her shadow of light upon us by night;
Our beautiful little child;