I called him ‘OKENYE UKWU’1 My father Onowu Iyasele Chike Ofodile A world of grand processions, rituals, rites of mystery, magic, sages and taboos of sweetest kindred ties and kindred fights of rules and trust which few would dare abuse. Inland Onitsha where his life did dawn a striking baby,...
Like a firm tree you stood Deeply rooted in your artworks With large branches you shaded many And bore bounteous fruits to feed us with In the land of poetry, numerous are your heirs Your words are as good as fresh air And satisfying to the soul when we inhale...
If we’ll study war no more And leave not saliva prints Upon earth’s rickety tits; If we’ll tell truth beyond Colours of the skin Without cynicism freeing sneers Off our chin; If we’ll forgive our hate For loving another to stupor Brotherhood would be our perfect sin Written by: Antoni...
In your 68 years of existence, you were reduced to a nonentity, you were ridiculed They created a platform for boys and girls Young enough to be your children and grand children to insult and mimic Your greatest achievement was not the development But your ability to resist the temptation...
Glory rests on the shores of history Dark dust to the scattered trails of misery Burning in tots, death knocks at the door Smiling with tears, in its paled scaling fur Darkness forms around the storm Shielding the sad mildness of dust reformed. Timid hue in a cloud of mist...
I stood mute at the news of your demise Beyond the oceans are my tears Your voice spoke beyond continental boundaries About the gang raping of our culture Your embodiment was the persona of Okonkwo Chinua, the literary prophet has gone, Gone, but not without a message The message of...
