SST 8 Beabop – The Ngwa Evolution

14 Feb

Hands scrunching, grinding.

Air mating flour, eggs, milk

Into a cookery experiment

That flew splats across the kitchen,

painting aprons with

I told you


I want to have a go.

Nan’s pencilled frown forms

‘Mba’ on her lips

Halting the boys before their rich

Batter is worked too hard

And turns into rubber.

Reminding her that the perfection she had sought

From the daughter,


Who had bore these boys,

Had rebelled from the pressure

Of transferring eggs to flour just so.

Had never really backfired.

Instead her daughter took same said ingredients

And mixed a new-style recipe –

Had created a stubborn revolution –

Had fought battles against her in order to

Set the new sunrise

Somehow the three boys sense how

Nan had never baked with her daughter

And they melt negative solids of ‘Mba’

Into a sweet ever-flowing alchemy of Ngwa

Which keeps her back straight

And her features curved


As she watches her grandsons turn questioning eyes

Flick from one generation to the other

Of women who smile at their new shoots

Three boys

Daring for freedom

Licking fingers

Covered with stories

Revealing their kindness

She whispers


End of Draft

Mba in Igbo means no.
Ngwa in Igbo means OK, continue.
I am collaborating with Parisa Eliyon on vocals.
I will be mixing eggs and flour in a mixing bowl.
Any comments are welcome before tomorrow’s final submission.

Posted from BeaBop’s tablet thingy


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