THE BEGGAR

Hello readers! Welcome to another GUEST POST on A Loco Viva Voce. Today’s Guest Post is a poem written by Yvonne Anyaorah.

Yvonne is a Nigerian Lawyer, poet and freelance writer who is mainly interested in academic research and development, especially with regards to the rights of the Nigerian child. She has a Masters degree with commendation in Oil and Gas law from the University of Aberdeen. She is also a recipient of the National Essay Competition Award held in the year 2000 to commemorate Nigeria’s 40th independence anniversary. Her hobbies include travel, literature and collecting perfume bottles.

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THE BEGGAR

Down by the culvert beyond our crescent

A man beggar sits with his legs crossed

His arms open wide beneath his chest

His hair like strings of mops linked apart.

I meet his gaze upon my faux organza clutch

And tossed a pound to the salver by his side

He smiled at me to mask a loss

A loss from the grip of his dignity.

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