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August 1, 2026 - 1:12 PM

Instruction Manual for a Missing Limb

The doctor explains it simply:

the pain is not in the leg.

The leg is gone.

The pain has relocated

to a safer office,

somewhere behind the eyes,

with better furniture.

 

I think of the house

where a stair was removed

years ago.

Everyone still lifts their foot there,

midair,

out of habit,

mid-thought.


The body is like that.

So is the neighbourhood.

So is the country.


You close a factory,

and people’s backs keep aching.

You erase a name from a book,

and mouths still bruise around it.

You redraw a border,

and the argument limps on,

dragging nothing behind it.


Pain does not respect maps.

It hates accuracy.

It prefers memory,

and old wiring.


I notice this when the smoke alarm

goes off for no reason.

Toast long gone,

kitchen calm,

yet the ceiling screams

as if something were still burning.


We reassure it.

We wave towels.

We tell it the fire is over.

The alarm continues,

committed to the idea

that danger once existed.


A man on the news says

the problem has been handled.

The statistics agree.

The screen cuts to a commercial.

Somewhere else,

a knee throbs

that no longer belongs

to anyone on screen.


You can remove the cause.

You can bury it.

You can even pass a law

declaring the limb unnecessary.


But the nervous system

keeps its own minutes.

It files carbon copies in a cabinet

no one finds the key to.

It sends reminders

at inconvenient hours.


This is why apologies arrive late.

Why prosperity hurts.

Why silence screams.

Why a country jumps

when nothing touches it.


I stub my toe

on a table we donated years ago.

I stand still,

waiting for the ache to understand.


It doesn’t.

It never does.


Pain, it turns out,

is very loyal.

Once hired,

it keeps showing up to work,

long after the building

told it to leave.


Scientific Context:

Pain has no location. It does not exist in the injured place—only in the brain. A leg can hurt after it is gone.

 

Majekodunmi O. Ebhohon is a Nigerian poet and playwright. He is the author of ‘The Great Delusion’, winner of the ANA Prize for Drama, 2025. He writes from Benin City, Edo State, Nigeria.

He can be reached via +234 (0) 9139208624, sankara101010@gmail.com

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