/things i didn’t tell my mother
that there was a boy
in my neighbourhood
and that i liked him
and that i went to church
most evenings because of him
and he and some other boys
sat in front of his house
and i knew that
i would always see him
when i pass by
one day he walked me home
and he held my hand
and my body began
to give strange fluids
i was only fourteen
and i didn’t understand
why i would still
wet my pants
so i ran home ashamed
i really wanted to tell my mother
but i was afraid
-jo nketiah
3 comments On Things I Didn’t Tell My Mother by Jo Nketiah
Love it. Thanks for writing Jo
So soft. And sweet.
Ever since I read that Chukwuemeka Akachi made one of your poem his suicide note,I have been curious to read your works and truth is, I love them. All.