Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, my son,
they used to
laugh with their hearts
and laugh with
their eyes:
but now they
only laugh with their teeth,
while their
ice-block cold eyes
search
behind my shadow.
There was a time indeed
they used to
shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s
gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left
hands search
my empty
pockets.
‘Feel at home’! ‘Come again’:
they say, and
when I come
again and feel
at home, once,
twice,
there will be no
thrice –
for then I find
doors shut on me.
So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface,
streetface, hostface
cocktailface,
with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed
portrait smile.
And I have learned too
to laugh only
with my teeth
and shake hands
without my heart.
I have also learned to say, ‘Goodbye’,
when I mean
‘Good-riddance’:
to say ‘Glad
to meet you’
without
being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to
you’, after being bored.
But believe me, son
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like
you. I want
to unlearn all
these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh,
for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my
teeth like a snake’s bare
fangs!
So show me, son,
how to laugh;
show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time
when I was like you.
Gabriel Okara