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Covid 19

Lie prostrate to Zeus on Mt Olympus
Bid him call the powers that be
of presidents and ministers world-wide
to cure the world of this ill wind blowing.
Stretch out to Asis our goddess in Egypt
upon whose manuscript reads Apollo 
and there derive medicinal powers.
 Lend immobile the spikes of this corona virus blunt
Which flying upon poisoned feathers do taint breaths in air.
Igbo, are we safe? Bring out your medicine gourd and blow
And like Epione sooth pain and restore life
Nehanda nyakasikana has this tale been foretold?
So how far will it unfold?
Please let your bones rattle and inform Zeus.

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A Phone On Christmas

From my window ledge out in the garden, tendrils of pea plants and spruce twigs shiver in the spray of snow. The once green foliage is all tainted white like granny’s hair, and Mommy says it is Christmas! She is busy at the oven for some bakes and daddy is fiddling with the flashing lights on the holy tree. Is it also “kishmash” there in Africa? Do you have red and white ribbons in your hair and a red dress to match?
Hello. Mommy says it is ”kishmash” too but there is no snow to show. Rain is splattering, and with dad they have gone to the field  to sow. Our priest gave us Christmas presents a day before which mom is yet to show me. Last year I wished for a dress and ribbons to match but a got a doll instead! Can one choose a present from their well-wishers? Well, I wish I could. If not, I will dress my doll as smart as I can and dance with it outside in the mud like me dressed for Christmas. 
Is it all you have and do on Christmas? 
Yes, if ever it comes along, but more often we miss it so, especially when it rains or there is war.
 Do you like . . . I feel like crying!
 Don’t cry my friend, someday God will make things right and make us have “kishmash” as much as you have it over there.
Goodbye my friend. Have a Merry Christmas.

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Frontline Soldier

What portends this ill wind blowing
which inhaled robs man’s breath
whose virus defiles the proximal space people share?
 Is it the greed of man who has defied rules of the holy book
And defiled Leviticus by partaking as food that which was forbidden.
 Or is it a Lab gone wrong?
 
Come hither all you medicine men and astronomers
Lend us your binoculars and see whereof this vile virus was bred
From whose progeny is infused this gene with airborne venom 
That we may blunt her sword covid-19 and stop this genocide.

I will defend the world with blood and sacrifice, 
my hippocratic oath my shield will suffice.
I will stare this monster in the face even as my fellow soldiers die
for with sharpened ammunition our labs provide, the end is nigh
And tomorrow, yes tomorrow together we will rejoice in tears
In happiness and sadness of our beloved lost and a battle won
As nations will with one voice shout, Ahoy frontline soldiers, Ahoy!

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My Lover

I have had laughter and mirth in royal lovers’ nest
But nothing special about it
Have had rides and slides and sights from heights,
Still nothing special about them
Till I had you
Oh, you are so special to me!

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Awesome God

Built from nothing has everything come from love
This earth, the sun, the moon and all stars above
By Thy word commanded, the world was wrought  
O Lord, how awesome thou art.

Rain from clouds fall, to the earth and lakes below 
And flowers in summer bloom, obedient to nature’s law
How beautiful nature is, that by word is this canvas of art
 O Lord, how awesome thou art.

All these worldly wonders in six day you made
From the moon and the stars, and the sun that never fade
I wonder on which spindle is supported the sun that its heat will not melt?
O Lord, how awesome thou art.

How awesome that I was created, from dust and the breath you gave
How fearful these signs of life, that in death we cannot relive
I wonder how at the cross of cavalry, the same death you defeat
O Lord, how awesome thou art.

How much would the blind give that they may see?
How much more the lame that they may walk: but to me, all for free!
To the righteous and sinners alike, your blessings you impart
 O Lord, how awesome thou art.

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Ode To George Floyd

It is a sin being born black
Worse to grow and walk the streets of Minneapolis
It is a sin unforgiven son
Every blackman’s crime is a death crime

You’re the crime the police stand against
Your dark skin, robust stature and resilience
Remnant of slavery you are, you stand tall, walk tall
Today a victim of racialism, you foster equality

Across the world’s length and its breadth
A sin will be sanctified by this strangled breath 
On these streets and its system son
You can’t breathe till this sin is scorned

Bells will chime in time for this crime
That holds as death every blackman’s need
And as one the world will stand indeed
To halt the crime of being born black!
Oh, George!

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Beloved Lost

In comes the word of life undone
That tragedy struck and bereaved me so
Could it be true that you left me my son
With no word of solace to comfort my soul
Shall misery and grief forever be upon my door
For daily I see the vanity of life in love once held
Frailty has out-paced my age, I look old am told
But upon the rugged cross in hope I pray
That in happiness and youthfulness we shall walk on gold
But till my breath is gone, this pain will stay.

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Virtual Virtue

Virtual silence commands
 that with masks
 our voices be silenced to whispers.
 And the body language of touch
 denounced to elbow knocks.
 All sensation denied but codified greeting.
 Show me love with no embrace or kiss, nor touch.
 Virtual silence in hospitals as loved ones die
 with no comfort from family or friends,
 all human virtues robbed. 
To robotic machines has man condemned himself.
 His end not marked by any funeral. No vigil either
 as by undertakers we are whisked away
 to an unknown final resting place. 
 Monitored by cameras we view departures
 as near to us as virtual monitors can allow.
 With virtually no farewell touch of dust
 which in pain we cast all to the grave,
a vain hope which afforded us closure.
Will this virtual funeral give us rest
where our beloved die and virtual shadows replace people?