Read Chinelo Okparanta’a story here.
. Love is always something special to a friend.
What is love if not for children? I can’t tell. .
. Love is never something shameful to defend.
Barren lands produce no fruit; an empty well. .
. Spread those arms and let me see inside your soul.
You are all I have, my hope, my joy, my gain. .
. Sing a song of glory; tell of tales untold.
I release you though you’ll never know my pain. .
. Speak those words to those who wish to save the world.
Look at me my child, look close and learn from me. .
. Spread those wings until such ceaseless joys unfurl.
Love is greater when it learns to set love free. .
. When you fly please take love with you to the sky.
When you leave me to my sorrows let me die. .
Other responses from:
Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva: http://walkingdiplomat.blogspot.com/2013/06/bev-is-blogging-caine-america-by.html
Aishwarya Subramanian: http://www.practicallymarzipan.com/2013/07/chinelo-okparanta-america.html
Lexzy Ochibejivwie (Africa in Words): http://africainwords.com/2013/07/12/blogging-the-caine-prize-thinking-through-chinelo-okparantas-america/