We’re earth surface, You know? We’re made of the soil, His breath; Is a spirit in us. Though We understood you’ll coil Like a smoke Into the fire. Your garment is red oil. How could you kill a thing like that? The womb is a padlock. Imagine! He took away four keys, … Continue reading Womb and the Man
Skirt and trouser muffle, ruffle together, Arrogantly with each, diseminating – Information crumble together to the eye That saw nothing – like nidity is bad – Incorrectly fit into is loose; exposition came. The girl bent, flashing the wast naked Product schorching emotional Truma in vain are the arteries That quarrel – with … Continue reading Skirt and Trouser.
Please, inform those police To rush, and bail us out From the household, of churches From this, unscrupulous big stout That disintegrated our eyes. Our big brothers who imprisoned Us below this big bottle, corked Had drunk, worst than our infidels.
(To Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart.) In our remote distant village town Our grand father had once told us What were dooms to African. This the white men Once upon a time called civilization. They came with their den gun That overcame the strength of our bow Overwhelmed gun shot the … Continue reading Other Remnants of Africa
AND SO THE JOURNEY BEGAN Onyia, Kingsley C. And so the journey began, when I felt the holy muse fallen on me, I got possessed. I awoke trembling at the backyard, when I had my name, screamed, it was a terrifying voice, a thunderbolt, I picked up my biro, with my exercise book, shivering … Continue reading And So The Journey Began
Your face is the mother of the child O! Nigeria; once again have I disclosed your features, before I was called. Truth is your womanhood, as mine is a child. Sentimental shadowed me till bath In warm difussion freezed, I stood birth. Be still and know that i’ve come, Weeping to be born again in resonance Of sound … Continue reading Reincarnation