OKONKO

At the market place, And the fireside, under, The Udara tree, I have seen them mock you, And worship your death. You, *Okonko, Public shamer, Whose music made men merry, Terror you were to wicked hearts. You who summoned to your courts, With the wave of a palm-frond Child of...

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LETTER TO MY MOTHERLAND

Wake up my motherland! Your doze has turned into deep asleep On this bed of self-slavery! Now you snore, dreaming within a dream, Forming vision upon vision without mission! You are an Iroko that is set to fall!. But when Irokos fall What would flowers do? Once giant of Africa,...

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ON AFRICA

Mother Africa: Lynx deodorant, Star Wars set, Safari park, Quarter-finalist football team. Mother Africa: Boeing-avoiding Famine, flood, AIDS-infested Black pit on the face of the Globe. A guilt-trip – eat your beans; cadaverous Blacks coerce the greens. Grandmother Africa: unPeter’s Projected, Grossly unprotected. Gross Domestic Product Unfairly traded. International Monetary...

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SECOND TO GOD

She gave me the best security For nine months of uncertainty And brought me up with purity Beautified me with her noble beauty She is my only joy, my pride And I’m secure whenever I’m at her side If I could in her womb again reside There I would from...

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KIRIGINA

Ekpein, my son, I once faltered on a palm High up there I almost passed I was dried like pond fish On the altar, back to life, Trying to prepare you for Life’s rungs In the eerie dead of the night I traversed Ogbugo forestscapes Trapping snails and fishes, Tilling...

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BUSHWOMAN

Have you seen the bush woman? She idles not a day at home She keeps to her every plan, Breeding her affection in the rich loam Have you seen the bush woman? You’d not think this derogatory There are always yams in her barn With warmth, her manners are satisfactory...

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WHITE MASQUERADES

Brown earth, red ropes, Tongues rolling, white robes, Heavenly voices, Hands joined, chants, cries, Confusion. Ara orun ti t’ajo de** No sticks, no canes, No palm-leaves, No masks, This is not an Egungun*, Then astonishment. Ara orun ti t’ajo de** Maybe its a rite, Aimed at making things right, Or...

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