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Otatane-Oso Andrew Poem
In 1934,
The Big Drum of goodwill
Reeled out pleasant rhythms
To the people of the City of Aluu.
Unto us, a child is given;
Unto us, a warrior is born.
Not to interlock hands and arms
With girating feet holding grounds
In the Ikwerre Wrestling Matches
But born to spill the African ink
On the creeks of Rivers State
Down to the Mediterranean Sea
Of the Colonial Masters
To retell our beautiful stories,
Not as monkeys jumping from tree to tree
But as humans blessed with crude melanin,
Rich in cultured culture of morality.
Indeed! He retold our stories,
Painted great masterpieces
On the canvas of their karfa.
He sold and retailed our tales in the Stock Market
At an expensive price that their pockets respected.
Even though his anticidence
Was a coincidence of incidence
That made him a fish on the beach
But glory be to Chokike
Who molded his paths with wisdom
To discover the pipes of inks
Flowing stories so legendary in him.
As I play pun of his pen product,
Just come to the know that
There is no penny of penitence
When the Concubine fight over the Great Pond.
But when the Sun sets in Biafra,
Isiburu will gladly sip some PepperSoup
Escorted with fresh palm wine
At the Roadside as he watches
The Dancer of Johannesburg
Dance the dance of the Slave
Taught by the Woman of Calabar
To express the Ethics of Nigerian Culture
On the vibrating waist of an African woman
Beaded with rainbow beads of beauty
Singing and Speaking the spoken word poetry
Of her raw, crude, uncut tale of her beauty.
But When God Came,
Isiburu was not ready.
He existed not, he lived.
His words lives on in our hearts, he lived.
He cannot be late coz he lived.
His memories living in our minds, coz he lived.
This is just my splash of colours of words
On the canvas of your minds
To a man who refused to exist but lived.
He is no other than the legendary
Captain of the Pen,
Capt. Dr., Elechi Amadi,
I'm just your poetic son, 2'WYTH.
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Otatane-Oso Andrew Poem
Flowers and fruits to a mango tree
Are her beauty and class.
A show of her fertility,
An exhibition of her products.
Fruits, love it when they hang on the branches
Like monkeys playing as kids
To the delight of their parents.
But, there comes a time when
There beauty attracts a passerby,
Especially the one they love,
Then, the wind of love blows them down
Into the palms of the passerby,
Who eventually becomes a family member
By the art and science of agriculture.
Uncle, those memories of you and I,
You and us, though old
But they are still very young
In the skeleton of my thoughts.
We still love and cherish you
But someone who does a bit more
Has come into the picture,
The picture we pleaded heaven for.
My love for you, our love for you
Is still attached like the strings of a guitar,
But here comes a better guitarist.
She who can strike the right chords in you,
The Juliet that can bring out the Romeo in you.
The Queen that can bring out the King in you.
Words may fail me but my alphabets
Of great wishes for you still flows
A waterfall of goodness.
Many have brought there present and presence
And will be going home with souvenirs.
But my present to you is that
You stick yourself to the Bible
Even as the bedbug hugs the bed.
God is love, love is God.
For you to be the best husband,
Then, love God and your wife will be a jewel.
The only souvenir I need from you
Is to be a "sweetheart" that your wife will be proud of.
I love you, Uncle.
But at this point, she loves you more.
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Otatane-Oso Andrew Poem
To everyone who found himself,
Found himself by looking for the good in others.
The more you try to add value to others,
The more you add value to yourself.
The more I try to plant my SWAP in you,
The more my hectares of farm of SWAP enlarges
And the more I see more about myself
I never saw when I never started.
Saul enrolled for the Gulder Ultimate Search
To search for the lost donkey of his father
And then he found himself
As the first King of Israel.
David laid down his life to be the Fulani boy
Of his family, even though clearly neglected.
Yet, at his duty post he fell in love with God,
He wrote love-letters to God,
Expressing his psalms feelings to God
And also expressed his might
With lions and bears as specimens.
Also, Goliath as his great spring to greatness.
Whatever you can do to refurbish humanity,
Do it with all delight and someday
Your light will so shine before men
That they may see your good works
And glorify your Father which art in Heaven.
Copyright © Otatane-Oso Andrew | Year Posted 2016
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