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Little Things that Make Love Blossom

I'm not a traditional poet
 As you may think Wole Soyinka
Who writes in form and pattern
I'm only a man of romantics
Who love to paint words and polish lines
Until they become flower verses

They are not cast on a stone,
Or like gold, tried on fire
They're just free verses
They're the expression of my love
To you, Imabong, my dearest

I know you love to read my lips
When I say those sweet nothings
They are music to your ears
They are like a bouquet of roses
That bring satisfying feels to your heart
 Of such unflinching devotion
These are the little things I do
To make love  blossom

I remembered our walk in the clouds
When we flew like birds to California
How we painted the summer red
Beaten black and blue by stripes of the sun
And every night we slept like dead logs
After we have exhausted all day
Gallivanting the five stars

Yea yeah, that was when our love was young
And exuberant, such a juvenile delinquent
We ran around naked on the beach
Went clubbing all night long, every Friday
Drank alcohol, smoked cigarette
And woke up hangover, by Saturday morning
Ate junks from the restaurant cartel
Hamburger, shawarma, ice cream,
Anything we love to eat, we ate

But I knew, such feeling of invincibility dies with time
Such moments of madness we enjoyed, pass away with age
When I'm seventy and five years old
Doctors say don't eat this, don't eat that
Just be watching your blood pressure
Yet, I still found my heart pounding

When my grand children race off to school
And their parents, went chasing money everywhere
Home alone with the memories of my love
And the ghost of the years past
Rocking the chair
And humming old school songs

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Nomophobia Breakdown

Dopamine release lingers
 with continuous touch of her fingers
caressing through its brightened face
so it opens up to her, in real time and space
in text, audio and video,
 in such a romantic tango

She loves to live in the screen world
lying there on the bed,  body curled
deeply engrossed as she gaze
 through these ever glowing blaze
her eyes tearing in joy, elated in laughter
unfazed even by the whining of her little daughter

And right there in the limbo
he lay beside her pillow
whispering to her, speaking love
making his move thereof
all the time seeking for her attention
but she could barely notice his intention
the craving to fulfill their nuptial vows
cos' her head is in the clouds
entrapped in virtual ecstasy
in a world of visual fantasy
her eyes tearing in joy, crowing in the course
of this intimate intercourse

For hours, going to a day
she has been this way
wanting to be left on her own
fooling with her Android Phone
browsing unlimited broadband
and neglecting her own husband

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Are You Traveling to Oron?

Are you traveling to Oron to be lost
In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle
lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean
With queen of the coast, daughters of mermaid
Of the marine race inhabit this town

A man who visits Oron may never return again
He's forever lost, lost to his lust
The care and beauty of Oron woman hold him captive
Blinded by love
He may never find his way back 

As you look at the beauty of Oron woman, you're mesmerized
Her long hair stretches, dangles at the rhythmic witness of her hips
As she passes by, rosy cheeks cover her face
Her gray eyes with fleck of gold and brown
Shines like the eyes of a pussycat, 
with long lashes that often winks at your stare

Oron woman is elegant and graceful
Rich in jewelry and accessories
Her barn full of yams, cassava and dried fish
And she knows how to please a man
And make him stay awake all night
Eating hot yam with pepper soup

Oron woman make the best cook
When she prepares Otong
with fresh fish, periwinkle and Iwe Ekpang 
Boiled with water from Effiat-mbo river
The aroma so irresistible and beckons
That when a man eats, his head is captured forever

 Oron woman can go all the way to trap a man
And tie him down in her own house, on her bed
Not even the priest of the earth can set him free
Nor loose him from the bondage of love
For the man has been immersed in her cauldron, trapped forever

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In Search of the Lost Tongue

They journeyed back to the past
Digging deep into archives vast
Day and night they laboured on
Unearthing bones from ancient tombs
In search of the lost tongue

The mother tongue of Urhobos
The rope that bound the people as one
Long-lost in the rubble of Ughelli
Under the wreckage of the colonial masters

In the ultimate search by traditionalists
To recover this precious Edoid artifact
And to reclaim their native charms
What they found has putrefied

Foul pidgin flying out of the whole
From the mouth of their offsprings
English Pidgin, full of vile expressions
And flowery metaphors
Has adulterated their true mother tongue
The tongue with which elders conjured words divine
Has lost its power in slanging

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Lofty Dream

All the time, all my life
I've been chasing a dream
of catching the wind
But how could I explain the gleam
Without confounding the mind
Of things the senses cannot perceive
Is hard to believe

So how could I explain
Things only the heart could see
In such hour of quiet meditation
When transported to the mount beyond the sea
To experience the joy of divine revelation

How could I explain
Esoteric manifestation
Without a psychiatric advice
So they may say this is mental infestation
You must be living in a fool's Paradise

So all these years, all by myself
I kept pushing toward the lofty height
Brooding over the vision day and night, talking
Calling things that be not, to come to light
And in conceiving something out of nothing
I birthed a brainchild from the wind
Such a novelty that blew the mind

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Value for Life

When law and order broke down on the street,
And people run riotous, with no retreat,
Looting and destroying city's core,
Youth, in their recklessness, yearn for war.

But only those who've witnessed war's cruel face,
Can truly cherish peace and its embrace.
A youngster clamoring for battles to wage,
Knows not that war brings death and endless rage.

Until, suddenly, hundreds fall before your eyes,
And by a mere whisker, you escape demise,
A bullet spins past, grazing your ear,
And you question yourself, Am I still here?
Or have I gone there, into the great beyond,
Where souls depart, where life's thread is frond?

Then you pinch your cheek, to feel your own skin,
To confirm you're alive, and not a ghost within.
Only then can you truly comprehend,
The premium value of your life, and its precious blend.

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The Root Cause

Sometimes, better to dig it up
Right from the root
And expose it to daylight
Cos' it's not good for a man to sleep all day
And not wake up to his responsibilities

It's not normal
If he pushes his wife out to the street
To hustle and to fend for the family
My son
Something has gone terribly wrong

The head has been cut-off
The crown of honour removed
You can no longer tame your own wife
when she goes ire
Shouting on top of the roof

I feed you, cloth you,
Go out all day to work
And you lay back at home
Can't pick up a stick of broom
Can't sweep the house
You didn't clean the toilet
You didn't wash the dishes
You are good for nothing

My son
Which ear can hear these things and not tingle
Which stomach can take it and not have diarrhea

For nothing kills a man so quickly than a wife's abuse
It's more poisonous than a viper's sting
It's like a dagger stabbed deep into his heart
When a wife crosses her legs very tight
And refuse to open for her own husband
It's not normal,  It's not right

My son
Something has gone terribly wrong
She has found another man
She has found a love nest
A home away from home

She returns late, goes to night vigil
And before your very eyes
Your wife flirt around
Selling her own body
And buying pity with her tongues
My husband is dead
He is no longer a man
 He's now a ghost of himself

My son
Which brain can ponder on these things
And not have migraine
Which eyes can see such abomination
And not weep blood

When a man is weak and listless
When his energy fails him
When he withdraws from the fight for life
And give up trying
It means his head has been captured
And now he's a walking corpse

All misfortune has root
There is no smoke without fire
So dig deep, right into the root
To discover the true cause of your failures

My son
It could be arrows from enemies within
There's no medicine that can cure ancestral curse
None can cure a father's curse
When a man soil his hands in murky waters
When his wife cooks up concoction that turn him into a nincompoop

When a step mother's witchcraft enchantments
Keep steering his soul in a pot of fire
There's no medicine man that can deliver him from the spell
Except by fasting and praying

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Another Midnight Massacre

All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning
And the track road leading into Amurum forest
Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced
Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts
headless corpses, dissected body parts
littered everywhere, now unidentifiable
As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable

This was another midnight massacre
When men slept, this ambush occur
Bukuru have breached the truce
So all hell must be let loose
 We must return  to war
The young ebullient youth swore
To avenge the blood of their heroes past
Their Heart drumming so fast

It is war without end  
For this we can no longer pretend
Tales of indigeneity, hate fomentation
Passed down from generation to generation
In fighting a war of inheritance
Tens of thousands snuffed from existence
As senseless conflicts and retaliation
Have become their everlasting damnation

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For This Cause

Demons hatched from isolated shell
Has brought down to us hell
Simple men with simple lives
Introverts, quiet and withdrawn
Summoned to fight this cause

Trained as suicide bombers
Bomb strapped around their own bodies
Airplane hijacked
They blew up the twin tower
Train stations, church cathedrals
Prominent, crowded places
where the next target

Terror is the weapon of warfare
To achieve this extreme ideology
Annihilation of the Semitic race
They saw this as a good cause
Worthy to sacrifice their own lives
This belief that their reward is in paradise
Seventy-two virgins and loads of purest wine
To enjoy in the life beyond
Allahu Akbar

So they reeled out the charter
The words spoken were fire
Which burned deep in their hearts
And flame up a greater jihad
For all infidels must pay the price
Those traitors who aligned with the Jews
Must lose their lives
Allahu Akbar

This is the spirit of Assyria at work
Evil powers in high places
With unquenchable thirst for human blood
Addicted to killing, destroying
And unleashing terror without respite

Now we began to negotiate with Iblis
To appease his proud pomposity
First, we offered back the prisoners
And ask them to release the hostages
We offered them crude oil, gold and silver
Anything we could give as exchange, we gave
But will they ever let go, I doubt it