Short Calabar Poems

We were told stories
Stories of the hunter demon
Haunting our children
In the dark of the moon

The faceless beast
A silhouette in the night
With a visage defined only
By juvenile imagination

Creeping along our dark spines
And halting body movement
It feeds off our fear.
An African pennywise.

A reality or mirage?
An illusion or memory?
None can verify the truth 
Of the legendary ojuju Calabar...

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Clean, green, and grassy
Goddesses in the streets
Atmosphere lost in lust
Tourists appetite satisfied by the goddesses
An army of palm-wine cascading from the Duke's town
The resurrection of Honesty at the scent of palm wine
Peacocks full of pride, a symbol of the efiks
Silent as we descended from the devil's bow
Ranch ranting
Girls trading
Boys smoking
Snails snoring
Angels in the brothels
Trees  trimming
Devils in the church
Yes, a holy a combination
Yes, this is Calabar


awoh awoh...

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