(Solely for my dearest mother; Eunice F. Mogaji)

My mother is a chī;
The canopy that houses wisdom
Wisdom that bears honey,
Honey that attracts ants of honour

My mother is Supreme;
The asylum that accommodates understandin'
The balm that calms every pain
Betwixt her arms, there I find solace

My mother is a honeycomb;
Where knowledge makes a home,
& a pound where motherhood swims

My mother is a witch;
A rare Afrikan witch
That fights against the dart of ill-luck
Catapulted from the enemy of declination
With the aid of her effective weapon —prayer

My mother is a warrior,
Who gallantly stands in the warfront
Combating with...