AMADIOHA?S MEAT

 

If you eat Amadioha?s meat

remember, his unholy visit!

 

The king who shields his eyes

from the famine in his land

will soon see his ancestors

 

The termite may sojourn

to the top of the iroko -

but it will still travel

through the fowl?s gullet

 

If you eat Amadioha?s meat

remember, his unholy visit!

 

The earth mothers the seed

the earth eats the sower

 

The tongue does not ill-treat

its guardian incisors, or

ignore their barbed presence

 

If you eat Amadioha?s meat

remember, his unholy visit!

 

 

 

*Amadioha is the god of thunder in Igbo mythology.

 

 

 

 

DEAR DELTA

 

I see the stars in your polluted skies

so crestfallen like a lack-lustre nuptial band

 

I see the moon in your blind nights so

pale and sick like a mal-mixed yellow water colour

 

I hear the sea harbouring you howling like

a haunted hound restless like a sow on heat

 

I see your winds wailing with mindless abandon

breaking the spines of groves chequered on her rancid routes

 

I feel the fire raging in your leaden heart hot

like the flarings fouling your environs and breaths -

 

Succulent souls sent to smouldering death through

punctured pipes in Oviri Ogale claimed by corrupt concerns

 

Nurtured in the bowels of black bullion rigs drilled for

the greed for Greens - the vessel of soulless colo-multi-nationals!

 

Dear Delta I see the pain in your seared soul

and my heart does bleed for your flatulent nipples

 

Sucked dry and flat - withering away like the limp

limbs of souls suffering from a most scorching Stroke

 

Dear Delta I do see the pain in your pulsating heart

and my soul does cringe for your harrowed bowels.

 

 

 

 

AUCHI

 

Do not leave for Fugah

tonight, your eyes sleepy

like distant stars in dewy

skies, your hearty laughter

stifles into sweet dead smiles

warm desires darken with

Rayban shades shielding beauty -

the freshness of your cool hue;

do not go to Fugah tonight,

leaving loneliness with me -

the night heavy with boredom

darkness drips like emptiness

yawning like the wry distance

between longings of lovers

seeking freedom from penury;

do not leave for Fugah tonight

watch the lonely moon with me

and let's share these scents of a rose.

 

 

CIVILITY

 

I am a reluctant sojourner -

i trudge through the annals

of your intricate honeycombs

 

O vanity! Trap me not in delicate

tissues of your deceitful luster

shiny like colorful neons of Broadway!

 

I am a reluctant sojourner -

i labor through labyrinths

of your bland alleys and valleys

 

O banality! Clasp me not with claws -

cobwebs woven with bile and care

to kill tomorrow in today's desires!

 

I am a reluctant sojourner -

i crawl steathily into calabashes

of minds - like a loathsome millipede!

 

O calamity! Cling not to me never

with your repugnant repertoire of woes

tragic in your ever triplicate birthmarks!

 

I am a reluctant sojourner -

i creep steadily into the crevices

of your calloused heart hunting an oasis!

 

O civility! Cloak me with woolly robes

warm like the glamour of celebrity

secured with cerebral sigils of longevity!

 

I am a reluctant sojourner!