Chinenyenwa (To My Dear Little Sister) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Secrets I will tell no one,
you will hear,
to be in my light.

Innermost domain of my solitude,
you will play,
to consort with my presence.

Issues of technical nature,
I seek your tender caution,
to hear your voice sing.

Your mistakes are fun,
I love as challenges,
to put the wrongs right.

My adrenalin pump to your defense,
delicate little sister,
to insulate you from harm.

Yet in all this solicitude,
I feel very inadequate,
and wish I could love you more.

(Sunday 28th November,1999,6.07 pm)