Tides

The tides of the streams of Warri Have been here with me Since my wee school days in that town. The brownish waters I guzzled While swimming the streams in Uvwie. The brackish waters I swallowed While swimming the McIver And Udu Rivers in those days. Have remained within through the years; Pulling me toward those waters Just the way the moon does the oceans. To witness the simple complexity Of the coming and going of the tides; Spawned by the romance of Moon and Earth. Oh in those days! How they come and go; the tides. And alas, the fate Of the countless micro organisms And their habitation in those tributaries; The changes they encounter day by day. The tides bring in so much hope And take back so much hope. Now I like a grown organism. In this country that has become a stream. The governments like the tides, Come in and go out with so much. And we the people have become Microorganisms that must inure The useless residues of Their coming and going.