BROKEN EGG
Do not love
me like this again
You who stole what I kept for Mr. Right
You took what is not your right
Go away! Do not sing to me of love again
I didn’t know yours was to suck and
gain
I thought you were taking me to a great
height
So I let you ride me with your weight
Now I have lost what I cannot regain
I thought you were pulling my leg
Hence I gave you no fuss
When you hit the hammer on my anvil
Then you cracked the egg
Though I have suffered a great loss
But I miss you holy devil.
TOUCH OF FAITH
She looked up
And beheld the
Fountain of eternal life
The merciful Messiah
Sandwiched in the crowd
Of hopeless humanity.
She approached
With uncertain steps
The healing Messiah
Amidst suffering humanity
Ensconced in sinful
Satanic servitude
She wormed her way
Through sweat-soaked
Straggling straddling humanity
Tossed impulsively to
And fro by torrents
Of choking misfortunes.
She dutifully reached out
And in supreme faith
Touched the fountain
Of eternal life …
And her fountain
Of blood was gone.
IJELE
Sculptured in glory
Exuding flamboyance
Displaying all the
Colours of
The rainbow.
Ijele… gigantic, intimidating
Epitome of grandeur
Bestriding the masquerade
World like the
Mythical colossus
Ijele… proud rep
Of our ancestral
Spirits… enduring legacy
Of the generation
That sired us.
Ijele… unlike the seasonal
Youthful Ojionu and melodious Ulaga
The ferocious Iga and Okwomma
You appear in a blue moon
But the memory lingers
Ijele… massive, monolithic
Destined to live
In the mind of those
Who dutifully hold forte
The fortress of culture.
CULTURE OF A DRESS
They call it evening dress
Because it is not only frontless
And decidedly backless,
But also shockingly top less.
Moreover, they claim it’s evening dress
Since it’s not only strapless
But also conspicuously braless
And unabashedly pant less
But I contend in my hapless stress
That this is not just a cocktail dress
Rather, a haunting dress
Because the wearer is a blunt seductress
EVERLASTING INGOT
The “blind” come to swim
In this academic sea
Knowing the challenge is grim
But strong in their resolve to “see”
They strive for the best
Performing all the test
Determined not to rest
Until they attain their best
The race is on for diploma
Even at the risk of glaucoma
But can they ignore the Supreme
Who desire knowledge to the brim
They can get useful knowledge
From any reputable college
But the everlasting ingot
Only from God can be got.
