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Emmanuel Adindu Poem
We fooled the prying sun's eyes
Eyes that revealed our shells
The moon exposed us with shadows
Figures on the alcove with lost identity
We lurked in gloomy path
As stealth as nightmen with fingers
Interlocked. The night's breeze pecking
Our cheeks - 'Blessing' for the impending union
Came nights of locked lips in mild combat
And fingers hiding beneath the gown.
On one feverish night the tongue pierced
Through the sliced halves. The forbidden fruit
Devoured with missing dental dam.
That night I died.
After series of earth's revolution consequences
Rained. Then recalling mother's stinging words
"Ifu ife na chonelo, ega bayen nemunno"
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On my death bed,
I will shake the warm hands of death
Like a revered ofo-title holder.
Clutch him in warm embrace.
For his cold hands are for the
Lovers of his hate: life.
On my death bed,
I will thrust open my arms
like a cuddle-expectant infant,
With hearty smile and glowing eyes
Towards the Prince of Peace.
For he only paves the path
To dine in the bosom of Amadioha.
On my death bed
I will turn to my left and right
Watch the mourners' showery eyes.
Fill a cup with their tears and say:
"See, it is mere water with salt to taste".
Cheer their sober hearts.
Preach the good news of a haven:
A tranquil place of the ancestors
Where I belong.
On my death bed,
I will be adorned in fabrics, resplendent
Than that of the Elesin oba's.
When the Ezemmuo strides in,
Stabbing earth with his ofo to
Bade his farewell
I will simply say, "death is sending
Me on an errand".
Glossary
Ezemmuo - The Chief priest of the igbo society. In order words, the mouth-piece of the gods
Elesin oba - The horseman of the King (second in command) in Yoruba culture.
Amadioha - The Igbo god of thunder and lightning.
Ofo-title - A revered position in Igbo culture.
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He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens withholding its dazzling stars
The voice of Mr. & Mrs. Hart resonating within the walls of his sightly chamber Reminding him why this marriage will be transient like the bewitching waves of the ocean
"Her fruit of the womb is stale with one already." Mr. Hart had said
"She's a bed nomad." Mrs. Hart lending vocal pillar to support him
Came last week, fate stirred the hornets nest - His suspicion confirmed, seeing Michael welding hands with Jessica under the uncladded heaven. His Suspicion backed by visual proof. His wife was cheating while under his roof
"I will maim him and my wife. In fact slay him and he'll die". Thoughts bursting open the skull
In the dead of the night, an upgraded pillow talk broke out
"I saw you! You've been cheating and ing him!
Move out of my house tomorrow morning"
"OK. It's cool. It's not as if your pinky-finger ever did me any good
I'm tired of the shammed moaning and ******." She retorted
Her slam of doors startled the sun and made it rise with mourn. Bags leaving -
Footsteps hurrying - Doors slamming!
"Keep the child. I'm not training anybody"
He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens
When she left without a goodbye to her daughter - Raven.
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Polithieves
On my behalf, a conclave of crows
Then, my Imminent appointment follows
Orchastrated triumph at the polls
Heralds me into Parliament of Owls
Perching in the FAAC Convocation
In control of State notes
I go swift lyk Abacha o.
I have the antidote to your sting
The unremitted signed-off sum
arouses my Swiss account into ******
While you ejaculate Pains after intense
romance with poverty
In my hands lies the antidote to poverty's
venomous sting in your lives.
With unclouded vision
I see the bruised Roads
hospitals with chronic illness
sick Schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Upon dusk, the 9th Plague of God
on Egypt is reawakened:
Transformers with no heartbeat.
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Your rivers of gold enticing enough
to lure Oludumare dine with injustice
Greediness vampired you with Insatiable
thirst for wealth
Conscience numb like the corpse of Bin Laden;
With flaming greed, that ablazes the ocean.
You emissaries of Esu
Bearers of anguish
Farmers with bountiful reaping yet no sowing.
Santas with sack bulging with hoarded wealth
Drownless river trickles down our faces
Hades empathise, but with you - epicaricacy.
"Tins go beta" - their ghost promise
Yet we are maltreated wives to poverty
Submerged in sorrow with no depth
Our rainy eyes experience no drought
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If God was a Nigerian
He will live on less than $1.90 per day
While animals, richer, from swallowed millions
He will read about bullion vans in Bourdillon
Or a looter's jewellery worth paying pension
While poverty spank his ass dry
He will mop his sweat under the sun
Voting a 'wheelbarrow empowerment' governor
Or 'Peter the Rock' that dries up accounts
While their aza swell like neglected corpse
He will see the bruised roads in Nigeria
Hospitals with incurable illness
Or sick schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Why? Their allocation ruthlessly pilfered
He will watch clips of a human-bullion van,
Desecrating his babanriga with dollars
And wrestle impurities in the state.
He would have been a poor Nigerian
like my dad or the king of thieves
Like Olusegun Obasanjo
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LAUGHS, ECSTASY , AND AGONY
To the HUNTERS:
Your riches nourishes your thoughts.
Behold, Its sight entices even Plutus.
Your take-and-drop stores bloat from
Oyibo's wealth like corpse.
Laughs and ecstasy abound,
For poverty is no longer a thing.
To the PREYS:
Breeze of sorrow envelopes their being.
The skeleton of their accounts protrude,
Starving of its food for growth.
It has felt the ruthless hunter's deception.
Weeping and sorrow abound,
For poverty is now a thing.
To the HUNTERS:
It is laughs and jolly for you,
While pain and agony visits your preys,
For they build afresh in tears that God sees.
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Your screams have been heard. Attention drawn
From all corners of earth. But like the parable of
Christ, it falls on rocky ground. Growth grounded.
The envisaged
Struggle,
Dissent,
All - risible.
Wait for sunlight if the moon doesn't
Provide enough light to see your path.
The sisyphean path of forlorn hassle.
Your seed
Of protest
Will end on
Rocky path.
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PURGATORY
It all started with the fading date
When dusk reluctantly came late
Giving the satisfaction of a wasted day
Deads should rejoice in the grave
Not to have witnessed this home-stay.
Dawn came with sitting and dead staring
Behind the closed gate with no talking
The lizards could see a sad screen
Wondering who created a sorrowful thing.
Dawn rose with lying and deafening silence
A dreaded quiet like calm space
Except for the sound of blaring sirens
In search of a bribery case.
The bed became my kingdom
The pillow my crown
My only citizen, boredom
Who never left me in this town.
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