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It is not
sickness that I
am afraid of
It is not
disease that
makes
me tingle
It is not the
number of
days
months and
periods I go
hungry that
makes me
shiver
It is your
demise
that makes
me dizzy
I never knew
I had this
feelings
for you until
now
I never knew
how
invaluable
you are until
the eyes of
my pen was
opened
I never knew
I was living
with a god
in the form of
a man
I never knew
I was dining
with a human
God
many people
think your
death
is a serious
tragedy to this
land
many think it
is the wrong
time for
our hero to
die
many are
already
envisaging
retribution in
the land
but a few
persons
know that
you are not
dead
my family
loves you
my kindred
adores you
my villagers
reverence
you
my town
cherishes you
and
my state
magnifies you
The news
about your
demise
infuriated me
an epitome
of peace
has departed
literature par
excellence
is gone
quintesscence
of justice
is gone
aboard of
wisdom
is gone
Ojezuru mba
has passed on
Even the
dead are
aware
that you are
a paragon
"We don't
need you
here
now"... They
quipped
"those over
there are
wailling"
they repeated
Why must this
tree
that has no
replica
be allowed to
fall?
It is well
Even in the
well
You are ever
revered
the great one
Ije oma
A tribute to a
great literary
scholar,
Chinua
Achebe.
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There was a aseason
When love was love
the educated are uneducated
hunger was hung in daylight
when sins were seen in scenes
There was a season
when poverty was prohibited
obscenity totally abhored
the gods are justice par
excellence
when people peopled with
purpose abound
There was a season
when earth has no earthlings
Rivers Niger and Benue were
at peace
Augusts were filled with
august events
WaZoBia means come
when there was a country
We are in a season
when the winter wins
people sums in summer
harmattan harms the poor
when things are no longer at
ease
We are in a season
when vultures are in
parliaments
religious overseers become
coffers seers
bards are turned to harbingers
when the falcon no longer
hears the falconer
We are in a season
When iniquity is ubiquiteous
democracy raped in public
gaze
tyrannism is re- christened
and democratized
when the center can no longer
hold
We are in a season
when the blind are experts in
colour prediction
the lame are announced
winners in relays
the deaf hears the sound of
gun- shots
the dumb lead in religious
hymns
when one is man of the
people in disguise
We are in a season
when the things above are
above us
the things beyond are beyond
us
senses no longer makes sense
modernity embraces
immorality
when heaven and earth lack
rapport
We are in a season
when kings are pimps
queens becoming madams
the good lack goodness
the bad bar the bards
the ugly remain ungodly
when things have fallen apart
I see a season
when angels will live in Los
Angeles
food will become free in Free
Town
people will go to overseas through Amansea
people will differenciate a
truth from a fact
when policies will not be
politicized
I see a season
when battles will be battled
death will become dead
immortality will be mortalized
when time will be made
timeless
I see a season
when penury will perish
praises sung in paradise
sickness will become sick
holidays will be made
holy days
we'll have a common
idiosyncrasy
when the arrow of
God is awaited
There was a season
We are in a season
I see a season
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In the glare of the cloud
I saw the fire
In the glare of the fire
I saw the light
In the midst of the
light lies a being
A shroud sonoric sound
yelled woke fathoms of
centuries past
all filled with excruciating pain
I was arrested
the situation got complicated
I begin to begin
I refused to refuse
Fooled was I but not a fool
sad but never unhappy
rejected but abandoned not
I will live to die
I will die to live
I see voices
I hear visions
I see voices
I see visions
the world is a stage
but where is your stay?
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In the midst
of the waters
I heard a
voice
I mean a still
small voice
In the cloud
of the sky
I saw a star
whose
brightness
reminds
me about the
transfiguration
In the middle
of the night
I saw a ghost
whose
feeling was
so memorable
At the center
of the
universe
I saw an
eclipse
calling out a
name
Among the
cast a
character
stood agape
another
speaks but
in stream of
consciousness
At the
parliament
I saw chairs
being thrown
suits being
torn
faces being
squished
At the
market
the lads left
their
shops...and
allowed their
eyes to
remain fixed
All these
elements
recognize
you dearie
I tried to hide
my love
for you but
silence
refused
I went to the
dark to keep
it but light
came forth
I entered into
the water to
bury it but it
dried up
I have no
money but
you
I have you
but no money
You are me
I live for you
You live for
me
You are me
and we live
for love
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The sound of
the wind is
the
wind that
makes the
sound
what is a
sound?
What is a wind?
What is the sound?
What is the
wind?
What is the
sound of the
wind?
Censored the
sound is
shimmering
to fissure the
fetter
a locust of
beigns rigged
out
If war means
death why
do people go
to battle?
war and
battle are
they the
same?
Which one is
bad?
which one
incites a bard?
a necessary
end death is
to Ceasar but
why come
when the end
is
unnecessary?
If hunger that
has hope kills
what does
hopeless
hunger do?
What defines
a foreign cow
and a
local
cow...the
milk or the
colour
Is the
evidence of
absense
same as
absence of
evidence?
If poverty is
indeed a
curse
what is the
cause?
why is killing
someone
called
murder but
killing at
the right time
called politics?
What is
murder?
Is it the same
as mother?
Which one
annihilates
and
which one
creates?
What is
politics?
Is it a game
is it a war
is it a battle
is it evil or
is it all?
What is evil?
Nothing!
The heart
only makes it
so
if the heart
could think
evil
is the heart
not evil?
Since one
acquires
one's mother
tongue
what forbids
one from
acquiring the
murder
tongue too?
If the patient
dog eats the
fattest bone
and a
person
who
arrives at the
well
first
draws the
cleanest water
what then is
the
equilibrium?
Saying what
you mean and
meaning
what you say
are they the same?
Does the
constant
nodding of
the
lizard mean
all is well?
Now the
sound I know
the wind now
I know
but the sound
of the I know
not
Tell me the
sound of the
wind
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I don take my eye look every
mata
come conclude sey life no
make sense
to sense
those wey dey shit for house
no sabi
read even those wey dey
feed
the children na olodo
If person no know him
purpose for life
e no better sey him ask baba
wey dey
for up?
but wait make I ask
wetin I dey try talk self
You sure sey this no be
madness?
I here sey church people
madness dey start
from clapping but this one na
writing
I dey write abi this one na
madness too?
I get questions wey I wan ask
why ebi say na armed
robbers no dey
dey armed again and criminals
no dey commit crimes ?
Why Abacha no gree accept
the woman
wey give her abacha?
Why police like to dey arrest
guys wey dey
sell cocumba for Balumba?
Why ebi sey if dey cure
madman
him go still they talk nonsense?
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