Grandma, bury your head inside the
earth, press your body against the
rocky soil. You stood segmented like
the bricks in a wall, between the maize
stalks and potato greens — arms
outstretched like the crucified Christ—
as if you’re in the wind whispering:
“Come and eat the fruit of my labor”
Emmanuel G G Yamba is a Liberian writer and poet. He’s a graduate of the University of Liberia and the SprinNG Advancement Fellowship.