THE ANXIETIES OF A WIDOW (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Sponsor’s prize winner

May stretched its legs into grave. The thunder heralds the rains. A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal Is not re-thatched this year. Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay With all the wages she had kept. Summer takes the last breath, But the coconut leaf thatched roof Is not re-thatched this year. As… Continue reading THE ANXIETIES OF A WIDOW (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Sponsor’s prize winner

THE BITTER LEAF TREE

Once the largest plant in the orchardSprouting slowly in glowing growth Timely trimmings by Mama Ezinne Kept the hedges within approved heightOh! If I had attempted a trade It would have fetched a fortune Worth a whooping kekefia – my Izon specialty The bitter leaf tree Bearing medicinal juice in stalkAcrid antidote for sugary sickness… Continue reading THE BITTER LEAF TREE

LET IT RAIN

Let it rain on the drought-shrouded terrains Let it rain on the meadow and her grains For the ’ember’ stare of the bridled sun Fiddles and suffuses our flaccid corn Let it rain on the paddock’s of the lake On the subtle ducklings and bickering drakes Beneath the bleak clouds and supine trees On eroded… Continue reading LET IT RAIN

RAINDROP

Cascading tears of heaven Unto earth is given Breaking her clogs Pleasing the gods With more edibles Upon their tables… This same blessing Of late turned to mourning When an army, hungry, From these tiny tears, many, Ate up the whole land Leaving us with wet sand… So today again As the sky begins to… Continue reading RAINDROP

STENCH IN THE NOSE OF GOD

The murder of mother earth; shedding of blood Is but a breathing stench in the nose of God! Man against man, no one knows another. Woman against woman, all is put asunder. Brother against sister, the cord is broken. The scion forgets that his breath is a token. The earth cries out, her voice rings… Continue reading STENCH IN THE NOSE OF GOD

…ON SUICIDE MISSION (after the flood by Princess Okolie)

The farmers went a-borrowing, Nature dealt a stroke so harrowing. They sweated long to plant this season, But strong floods came and swept away their reason. Their wives are dying, children are homeless. The farmers contemplated hard but faithless. Who will come to the rescue? What can the leaders do with revenue? Suicide! Suicide! The… Continue reading …ON SUICIDE MISSION (after the flood by Princess Okolie)