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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
How long shall I be in babylon and sing a song of hope and weariness?
Whence my heart perishes in servitude,
I have been debased to infra dig in a vast land we call our own.
They seek my basket,
They seek my soul.
I seek my future,
The restoration of my being!
Biafra the rising sun,
Unshaken as the waters
Return in the torrents of the sea
Return, return oh Biafra land
And return after many years.
I'm a fertile woman,
I'm raped before my groom;
I'm a strong man,
My bones are wrecked at harvest.
Seasons are gone,
But from the shallow graves crieth 6 Million carcases hacked in their prime!
They cry for grave yards,
They cry for freedom:
Arise and bind the fettals!
Arise and unleash our hearts from captivity!
Unchain my soul,
Unsex my body,
I thirst for freedom!
Return with our chariots and hoes,
Return with our pen and scepter,
And return to a land we shall call our own.
I'm a brilliantly beautiful bride,
I'm on tattered clad lay by the gutters.
When shall i wear fine robes like my mates?
We had been the sacrifice of unholy matrimony,
Raped and battered in it,
Yet our intellect fecund.
Thou shalt rise again!
The candles beneath the bow shel,
The touch under the earth,
Thou shall rise atop the mountain peak!
From the arid of Sokoto,
Down the valleys of Kanu,
Until you nest on the hills of Enugu!
Though the tormentous nights tarry,
With vicious incubus and succubus;
But shalt the dawn break,
The sun shall rise in the East!
Though the pillages and merciless carnage roar,
And the sword of the mighty army swing,
But my intellect and justice prevail
Until thine banner is hoist on the red hills of Enugu.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2017
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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
Let's strut down the gardens;
the vines have budded,
And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
Take my breath and I'm yours;
Insigne my finger, I'll cling to you;
Shall I call you Cherie
And you shall be mine!
I will lay upon your motherly breast and my worries shall evaporate like vapor!
I shall kiss you so passionately
We shall be lost in ecstasy!
and the clouds shall cheer with lightening!
Shall the clouds be consumed by the evaporation of our love
There you shall moan and scream
Until the earth is soaked in great deluge!
The waters shall softly unclad us until we find our clothes no more
And we shall lay bare in the middle of the ocean!
Shall you scream soft and loud,
and moan happily and wild
until the queen of the coast shall jealously faint!
And when the rains are over,
With the wings of cupid Shall I scribble your image upon the skies,
The memories in our hearts shall take us to eternal bliss!
And when the rainbows come upon the skies,
It shall remind the world of our great love.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2017
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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
Loneliness is murk,
Love is life,
But the mellow sun shrink behind the world
And the blue skies' growing dim.
The world's so much trouble and shot!
I'm a single man: you're a comely damsel
Step in;
My heart's a joyful world for you alone!
Kiss away the loneliness,
We shall grow finer and taller.
Glint the mellow sun,
And we are all the colourful rainbow upon the blue sky.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2019
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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
"I'm no man; I'm no kind
Let me pass, we're passersby",
muttered the River god.
"Thine necklace of gold and diamond bracelets
Sparkleth my eyes
Like the stars awakened in the morning bliss.
Withhold not thine gold and diamond,
Shall I be thine delight
whence the sun is drown upon the black sea!"
Bespoke him in regal aura:
"The grasses and sand, mortal's abode
Therein the Nile, my castle
of many gold smileth ashore".
Speakest her so meek as the piano:
"I'm beauteous as the lilies by the blissful orchard,
Comely as the peacock, a million eyes glare!
Lookest thou away, art thou a mean man? "
Then intoned the River god:
"Ferry with me!"
Thence appeared a golden steed
And charioted them into the Nile.
Alack! Neither was the castle nor gold.
"Oh River god, River god!
Thou art my glee and my eternal doom!"
Therein, she was swallowed by the Nile!
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2018
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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
We are back home to our land,
Of a black fecund earth,
That sits betwixt Rumuji and Obele
To brook of your breasted milk earth.
Shall Wovrugo be back to awaken the red face shrine?
Far the city, I hear the echoes
of Ogbevem river whisper to the deserted Ahieke:
Come home!
To the ogada dance again,
O' Osongolo whose head touches the sky
Or Nwamaramma's beauty of the hither world!
Oh! Art and culture slumbered in the turmoil.
The eagles and ravens watched from the roof of Oviri Uvuahwu,
While vultures devoured the chicks.
The blood that dripped many years,
I watch as they dry down the earth.
Now, I recline on my grand father's hut,
Waiting for the dance of Amara-abali.
To dance to my native song again.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2019
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Eferebo Chibuzor Poem
Lead me to your soul,
and cleave as Siemens in your heart sublime
Take me to the endless flattered bliss of your kindness home,
Of colourful blossom
let me be all there's in the world
i was as withered leaf or broken calabash tossed upon a turbulent black sea
Shall you lead me to your soul, I shall be as morning rose in the dew spring.
kiss away my fears, hug away my silent cold,
Upon the unquenched flare of your heart to warm.
Caress me like the gentle wind upon the shore at eventide the calabash sail anew.
Undeflower my brokenness, I'll be heavens rosy all for you!
Lay me upon your warmest bosom, shall my shattered being mend and my soul as elated dove sing.
In your arms to ferry through unturmiol wind
Sail me through to old age, I'm unruffled in the turbulence of seas whence I'm paddled on your boat of love.
And disremember my past of ridden folly!
Walk me through the path where neither footsteps have thread- to the isle we shall an endless passion sublime.
Lead me to your soul,
to find all my days with you
Shall our soul unsevered cleave,
Till eternity i'm all for you.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2021
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When the field's harvests abound,
Our gates, a sea of faces throng.
And when the tables spill,
Deserted our gates become.
The world's a room of merriment and squalor,
Its lot, we pick by destiny.
Or sweat and toil may make us become.
But when nature chooses its lot for us,
Who of all man can question it?
Those of golden cradle born,
O' they of bamboo bed mocked,
Time may overturn the thread.
The bamboo like phoenix turns gold,
And the golden cradle in the thatch found.
The wrinkled face shrinks to the world of a hermit,
But to the fairy damsel the world smiles.
Oh life's but time and chance!
Man is himself a god and demon!
The music blare of the castle we may envy,
Sooner a time the music dies.
Who can remember all men of fame?
Some in the dustbin of life end.
Copyright © Eferebo Chibuzor | Year Posted 2019
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