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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Yesterday I worked with Wole Soyinka in his farm; a farm of poetry where we harvested words And sow imagery like a spring of seedlings. I kept pace with him in the field of words until He smiled at me and shook my hand and laughed. Last year I sat with Femi side by side In the dreaming school of familiar poetry. His hair white and mine black and brave, We were no match not at all but he still Considered my boldness and couragous pen. Today I met John Pepper clarks at home, He taught me the rudiments of my pen. He was such a lovely fellow to follow, Disciplined but friendly when it comes To who is who in the school of poetry. Chimamanda Adichie showed me stars last night, she said Kainene will be found soon but The Purple Hibiscus shall remain in mind To guide me through my journey of writing, We laughed like mother and son till sleep stole Our eyes and ran to the embeamed bed. I sang with Graciano Enwerem at the Port, He broke the rules of alliteration to my eyes. His laughter I found in the legs of poetry, We caressed the bleeding moon and tell Stories we won't be able to write in a million Years to come when all is gone into ashes. Eriata Oribhbour took a picture with me; A picture with a tale of future to tell to all. He was such a lovely father to father my muse, We ran in and out in the beach for fun, I think he saw the braveness in my art. When I met my African Mother, Buchi, The world stood still admiring our embrace. She took my expression and hid it in her bosom, I knew she still have them in her mind of mind. I stole a fish of words from her face and asked Her of Nnu Ego and Osha but she waved me down. I never met Chinue Achebe at home, I was told he went on a journey of no return But his deeds remains in my eyes to harvest Any time I need to learn and re- learn without Falling on the stony rock of critics and haters. I have part of his furs on my lashes of books. Under the glowing glittering sky I met Niyi, That black cultured man, a symbol of our Cultural heritage, the cup that many drink from. He gave me a big tuber of Yam from Ekiti, I still have that Yam Osundare gave to me. When I woke up this year from the seasonal song, my diary reads goodness with good yams. From the angle of hope I see signs of immortality That history can't exist without my name bravely Carved on it with a golden medals that unite souls. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016
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