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Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo Poem
On a round table
They sought
out the hands of our
band masters
For
dialogue. Masters in
whom’s back we
Gathered
courage to make
noises which sounded
In the
sheer hollowness of
the wolves ear,
Over our
barren land and
polluted water
We matched
down the streets,
nooks and cranny
With song
of emancipation
To restore
our motherland and
dreams lost in day
time.
On a round
table
Our band
masters broke the
oath of allegiance.
Our voice
rest in silence as
we watch them
Speak in
forked tongues
And with
painted words, they
keep the words
Of promise
to our ears and
break it to our hope
Then we
realize we were
without warriors.
On a round
table
We lost it
all, the tumult and
shouting died
Bands are
gone
More shall
still come.
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Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo Poem
Onishe
In the mystic
silence
Of the world, cleans
By sweet-scented
Folds of the night
Spreading it’s power
over the sky
I watch your ripple
smile
Smitten by your bare
beauty
Which pants my
heart.
Mother “Onishe”
I salute your
immortal soul
In you all is in
And of divination
stuff
At your sacred grove
Pleas for suckle of
your sagging breast
Onishe
Here I am
At your majestic
presence with joy,
Seeing the puff of
your breath
Blooming across your
heart.
I did not see but
Stench blood, kola
nut native chalks,
At the fore-walls of
your shrine
And the cold glitter
of your
pure – hearted lover
Preening its beauty
through you
Onishe!
Stretch out your
balsam hands
And touch my heart,
let me
Feel the pleasant
sense of stars,
Of the dark autum
night
Onishe!
Tell me the secret
of
Your uneven head,
the fetter of ogbono
Leaves clogging
Round you, the
gentle
lyrical pulse which
Falls pleasantly
upon your bosom.
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We have come to the
" feast"
At jungle, to dance
to tunes
Of music of our
time, and now,
Leaving the arena
for others,
Returning with
cheering heart.
Gladdened by our
worth
Our shoulder laid
with arrogant pride
As it was at the
beginning,
We stomped
tirelessly, bathed
with
Salt water and with
the eyes of flame
Grope for dream.
" Determination"
stands the
watch-word
To some, it
shattered away
As the hour danced
past
When at the time of
deep distress
Along the hobbling
wattle forest
And of trial, were
threshed
And shoved into
obscurity.
But we pegged away
into
The realm walls of
faith
Where we spurned the
nights
Of fear that stalk
the day
In a combative
poise.
We are coming
To fertile our land
With the frothy
glory
Trapped in our
hands.
Hearts leap of joy
As we slung our bags
over
Our back, touching
each other,
Gaze timidly at
faces with surge
Of excitement.
Hear the drum beat
of glee.
Indeed!
We have arrived at
the niche of time
Bringing castles of
hope,
Telling sad-sweet
tales
Of our voyage.
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Competition!
Competition!
Competition!
An
advert post
On the
street, television,
radio, etc
Came
calling for quest
for greatness,
Of many
but few to be chosen
We stand out during
the test of time
Smiled
at our flash of
brilliant light
But soon, we
realized our
differences
As we
dance to the rhythm
of song
Rendered
with studied peg of
reasoning
More
music less joy
And the
more we look,
The less
we see
Even in
laughter, the heart
Was
sorrowful for the
evicted
We stood
with reluctant
feet’s
Knowing
not our fate
Soon,
the call is over
And the
winner declared
We sang
joyful songs of pain
Then I
realize we are all
winners
In the
process not the end.
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