Aham is a stream

Though we see her as river,

A poor person’s fowl is his cow.

In the village of my birth

Everything has a gender;

The Aham is the female,

And the Imo the male.

These are the two water bodies

In the village of my birth.

Standing by the bank I watch the water

Flowing deliberately.

I felt invited, I knew it even smiled at me.

I took a plunge.

I first felt cold, then warm

And my mind began to play games.

I became fish, breathing and flowing along with the tide.

I met the mermaid and other aquatic dwellers…

As I joined the queue to receive their sacrament of baptism, I choked

And bobbed up to unkind reality.