Ethiope Riverside

“ETHIOPE RIVERSIDE” [BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU] How come We once paddled our canoe Along river Ethiope And nobody saw us Come and go Till tides come When sweet memories Of Ethiope riverside We cannot remember Is it those delta bitches At the river motel It is those water baths Where we saw people Pulled into the river Drowned in the river Dive into the river Whose waterbed you see From the riverside Of Ethiope river Hence they tell Their natives Not to go to their river When tis tides To mark the annual Drowning in the festival Where mother Ethiope Must swallow alive One internet book seeker Whose immersion is alive While their resurrection Is stone dead Half breathing Half dying From the waveless flow Of the waters At Ethiope riverside.