One day I chanced to pass through "Dugbe" and I saw a face.
I did not see it, mind you, in the milling
For I was on my way to buy a dish,
(They say it could be found if one would
A certain size and color--somewhat rare.
But, on the morrow, quite alone with God, I
saw the Face.
the busy Ibo woman and her wares,
the nurse on way to work who'd stop to
the girl, not in school, but selling yams,
the Hausa butcher with his meat and
the Iya Agba with the lovely adire cloth.
The Face...the sheep without a shepherd, so it read.
With open Bible then I sat as "It" passed
Where is it now? The Face - I cannot tell, I do not know.
My dish? a treasure rare, is there upon the
(They say, in Dugbe, can be found what 'ere
one wants the most...if one would
©September 29, 1965
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