Long Aja Poems

Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching birds from their nest
I giggled as I drove by
Mothers breast...

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In my little village, Nkporo,
We celebrate the Iza Afa Festival
And the Most Magnificent Igboto Nma Festival.
The two are more than four hundred years old,
Our forebears told us that it began with
Their ancestors who immigrated from...

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Igbudu:
Drink before our forefathers shall drink,
Take this kola and eat before our mouths taste;
For we can't eat before you, it is an abomination.
Under your craving eyes shall hungry eyes be fed,
Heaven and earth shall pass...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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In Nkporoland, filled with milk and honey
We read the hand written on the wall under
The milky moon with our stomach painted with the earth
When we ate those roasted black yam with red oil,
And pink kola...

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man of old
talking to himself
in this run down 
water hole
not crazy
just lonely
turns his head
and I know him
chief of police
when I was young
put me in jail
more than once
now he’s nearing
the setting sun
sitting in a bar 
getting...

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Nporo empire will never fall apart.
The great buffalo will never be separated.
IT was through you bravery that you were named afted
BY the Akwa iboms, as the great buffaloes .
We will never let you down nor...

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From the valley of a lone Victor,
Hope bloomed on mornings dew,
Carrying promises of a brighter sun,
In echoes of joy and persistent smile.

Here he comes, draped In night’s shroud ,
Messenger of silent, gusty winds,
Challenging the ‘criers...

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A Palavra

A grande função da palavra
é levar as pessoas 
ao mundo de sonhos.
Fale e escreva muito
 – Na vida e nos negócios.

Para sonhar, basta ouvir? 
Não é necessário escrever? 

Escreve como no nosso passado, 
naqueles...

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A Palavra

A grande função da palavra
é levar as pessoas 
ao mundo de sonhos.
Fale e escreva muito
 – Na vida e nos negócios.

Para sonhar, basta ouvir? 
Não é necessário escrever? 

Escreve como no nosso passado, 
naqueles...

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Nkporo Okwe, the glory of all land,
Where Eze Aja dwells and reign bravely.
There john Ogbu agwo slain thousand soldiers 
and was lifted shoulder high triumphantly.
Obodo man was also bred there with a silver spoon.
A home...

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