DENIAL

It grieves me much

What I can not get

So close, belongs

To another

The farm seems fallow

Yet, cultivated

By a distant farmer

And I know

But it burns my heart

That another reaps the farm

At my nose

Who does not care

The dog from the new town

Desecrates my sacred grove

Grove I blindly revere

O my crushed soul.

LULLABY (SONGS)

Restless Baby

Who is the mother of the crying baby

Who is the mother of the crying baby

The hawk is the mother of the crying baby

Bring African black pepper

Bring lizard bag and mouse

For the birds to suck their fingers

Oil-bean seed, pawpaw music.

Mother jumps up and pluck

Mother plucks lizard vegetable

To prepare the princess soup

The princess eats lizard and bad mouse

The mouse and lizard run too much

Sleep to take death

For baby to take life

O’ O’ O”

Sorrowful bird

what happened to your nest?

Sorrowful bird

what happened to your nest?

Come, the dove and hawk had gone to court

Judgment  left  the dove and caught the hawk

Blacksmith’s Son

Son of the efficient blacksmith

Blacksmith that handles iron

Son of the hunter that sits with lion skin

Don’t cry my son – Blacksmith that mints money

Son of the king of beauty

Son of the king of Issele

Son of Ekelekete

Don’t cry my husband that keeps me alive

The good destined one – please keep quiet.

We move and think its moving

Showering lights

Across our way

 Nature’s nature

 Bright and hidden

 No matter how science and fiction burrow,

 Nature’s nature

 Remains illusive.

 Molecules and all that

 But the root

Man’s brain cannot see.

        WHAT

You appear a star

in the darkened room of my heart

your face shines angelic

your figure natures perfection

with skin smooth as pumpkin

and a scent of rose.

My heart jolts

Any time I see you

My eyes roll

And my brain goes numb

With your charm.

Whether you are beautiful

I do not know

But your figure

Endears to me

If it is love

I can not say

But your thought

Gives me life and joy.

I love to think of you

As I think of my books and mum

My book I cherish, my mum I love

But…

“LISTEN” (The inner thought)

I love to see you

When I sorrow most

But I hate you

Because I can not get you

You bring joy and laughter

With your presence

And your eyes shine of hope

And enkindles my fire for you

I know I can not have you

But I crave for you

The poles are too far

In nature and convention

Expressed in age and materialism

But if you condescend

And give me a chance,

I promise to be

A better match

Than those Methuselahs and shylocks.

SURVIVAL

There lay I – a weakling

Enclosed in mystery

And blinded to reality

Like a chick in the egg

Innocent of the past

Innocent of the present

Innocent of the future

Thinking where I was going a better place

I looked forward to it

But now I’ m here

Faced with the hills and valleys of the world

I turned from resting on the tree

To toil for my survival.