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Kelchi Eke Poem
When my body shall lie still
Like a fallen wooden idol
And all the air gone from my nostril
When I shall be planted, never to stir
And my body enriching the soil
Don’t cry for me
I’ m now a salient silent hero
Whose adversaries have fizzled to zero
Gone where my spirit is pleased
Wander in wonders is the deceased
A call to reap and to rest
I did my deeds all at my best
Don’t cry for me
I only humble to the irrevocable law
Dying for new seeds to grow
Death is better than a bad in-law
Fill the air with the scents of joy
With sweet wines full your jaw
Let the bongo drums beat out loud and never jeer
Don’t cry for me
Death is as jealous as a lover
I’m rich, but never a briber
But let my epitaph be written in your heart
A tender remind that is life is an art
The dead’s fame is his good deeds
After these mortal frames are no longer his needs
Be merry, make no mourn
Now that I become among ancestors
Don’t cry for me
Copyright © Kelchi Eke | Year Posted 2018
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Kelchi Eke Poem
I long for you, Igbere.
My soul cries out for you.
All the time; everywhere.
Only for you.
My mother;
There is no other.
For many moons and many nights,
I have been casted away from your thighs.
Far in this land of kind foreigners.
Like a maiden separated from her tribe;
Trembling, not knowing what will be.
Lost in the thick of the forest, looking for the ukazi leaves: the greener.
Oh, it has been long.
And I am starved of your face
My heart knows no peace
and the waters of my eyes fall for the place
Where my ancestors belong.
I long for you, Igbere.
Your warm embrace.
And your divine face.
Copyright © Kelchi Eke | Year Posted 2018
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Kelchi Eke Poem
Even though tomorrow grows old
Forget not mother’s story as told
Son, be like the old wise toad
That ribbits when the night is cold
Oh! Pray, be merry and bold
When your valor is a gem to behold
You can bring down mountains with your fingers unfold
This mother’s story as told
Forget not your days of old
Now your bones are frail and old
And your wishes are stick to hold
Say your hungers ten-times a fold
To be young is to be old
Copyright © Kelchi Eke | Year Posted 2018
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Kelchi Eke Poem
Oluchi Ibe has done me thus:
She has put a knife through my heart
And fed my love to the swine
The flames of my love, she doused
My soul embellished with sorrow
She has led me deep into the wild of gloom
Beyond the silent river of bliss
She never minded exactly if my heart was breaking
Lost and lonely
She droned me in a brook of my own tears
Sadness is the crown of my eyes
Grief from jilt; my soul is bleeding
Oluchi!
What you have done;
Is like a huge ulcer in my heart
No matter how hard I try
I can never be made whole again
The scary memory of this sacrilege
Copyright © Kelchi Eke | Year Posted 2018
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