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Musing: Dear Diary

The goodness of the Earth
Lives only on the airs
The primates up the swooshing trees
Know it, they love it

The goodness in man, woman
Is all about efforts to be sincere
Honesty, even at gunpoint
An attitude void of selflessness

The love of having an friend
Of having a warmth in others heart
Of caring and believing in another
Is Divine and fulfilling

The joys of motherhood
Lies on the growth of the infant
The struggle to become a man
And the smiles that come with success

The beauty of you, my love
Is not your face, your eyes
The streams of goodness that runs
About and thru you, that’s it

I have been quite busy with academic books, which has sapped some poetic diction in me. I had not listened to trees, clouds, and insects for a while now, oh so many tales untold. Pardon me, dear Diary and dear concerned reader. Guess this Xmas holiday I will make up for the time lost in poetry-blogging. Stay with me, always.

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The baby in you

There’s much to a baby
Not just the red crying face
Nor the heart warming smiles
And the little grasping fingers
The innocence, the looks
Different, distinguished to man
Unknown to mother or father

See the hairs
Curly and black
Dancing about
All the time,
The wind blows
And leaves fall from the sky
The eyes are grey
Like a little faun,
A deer out in the woods
Peering about the foliage
Smelling the air
Smiles on a playful day
Welcoming to the world

The baby in you
The honest one
Void of wrong thoughts
Let it live

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Leaving home

I stand afar,
With tearful eyes
I think I saw you waving
Up, up the grassy path
Leading to the hills, you stood
Perhaps smiling and nodding
The setting sun on your back
The heavy luggage hanging
And all was just black
Maybe, I knew not the pains
That comes with leaving home
The unshed tears of the heart
Of living far from the smiles
Back pats, plays and warmth
Of all loved ones and family

You must go,
You assured us, we knew it
To bring food and comfort
To our stomach and heart
We shall play under the mango
Your favorite reading place
And your advice won’t leave us
No tree climbing, no hare hunting
The wilds are strange and cruel
Accept no gift from strangers
Keep your little ones safe
Don’t play late nights,
The bushes are also cruel
It would make you lose your way
Don’t let the little ones stray
If the rains wind shake the windows
Hold it, why the little ones sleep
Don’t complain much, lest they imitate you
Do not worry, I have these on mind
Don’t stand much, move along

Dried stacks of soil
Patched up by the sun
But you till, you sweat
The lands you plough
Letting the sun whip your back
You tell the tales of the way
Of strange lands and people
The strange humped animals of the wild
Blushing as smiles carve out
And when it is time to go
Held the little hands that clutch
Your embrace, fearing not to let go
With tears falling over you
All for love, tender and kind
Living in other peoples land
But staying in our hearts

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Oh Africa

Oh Africa my love
The land of many tongues
Beautiful and blessed
The land of the Ashanti, the Twi
The sweet songs of the Zulu
The many dialects of the Niger area
The turbaned face saying ‘Sannu’
The pretty faces of maidens all around
Dancing with the beats of the drum
Giggling and letting their waist beads jingle

The land of abundance
The Shea, the tropical forests
And all tasty fruit trees,
The Iroko standing tall over the hills
The farms of Songhai
The harvests come from the farms
The warmth of love, of the clans
Brotherhood, the humanity and values

The land of variety,
The white palm beer, mqobothi
The mouth watering bush meats
Oh the French touch of Lome
The ever busy Lagoon city
The island of Zanzibar
The night life of Cape Town
And the quiet towns of the hinterland

Africa the land of the great
The Lions and the Rhino
The Veldt and her bushmen
A trumpeting Elephant,
Calling her kith over the Savannah
Chaka, Achebe and the Mandiba

Africa, land of Mother Nature
The Victoria lake of the East
The Sahara and her kids
The Cape of Good Hope
Egypt’s mummies and the pyramids
The jungles of Central Africa

Oh Africa, you are truly a beauty

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The Lion sleeps

The nights are strange
No growls, no grunting
The nights are cold
Not for the icy wind
But for noisy beasts
That prowl the night
The scent of grass
The dews on it
And wet mattresses
But the nights are strange
And all seem to be glad
Oh the Lion sleeps

For Mandela

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Tears of Children

The tears we shed,
Now I have no more tears
The world watch all die
And really nobody cares
The world is torn apart
The little place we lived destroyed
We have just our skin to save
O the cries we shed
The pain we see
The humiliation of people
The destruction of farms
Of beautiful lives
The tears of children
Separated from their parents
Grasping the hands of dying ones

When shall all these end?
The tears we shed
Once below the ruble called home

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Musing: I was scared

Oh I was scared,
All the time I got into trouble
And a memory of dads slap
And all ministering birds taking flight!

I was scared on the mirror
That I could never belong,
Yes ‘he’ is weird; an Elfy ear
A grey eye and a strange look

I was scared even,
To walk down the lonely road
Walking thru the dark quiet voids
Looking for hiding lurking shadow

I was scared of love,
That the nights will be cold
The beds blanket empty
And I, lonely, in thought and reality

I was scared of bullies
For I had no strength
To fight, the mind to hate
But the world won’t let me be

I was scared of war tales
Of the nights of pain and hunger
Of mans inhumanity, Auschwitz, Biafra
And then I just imagine, with my eyes closed

I was scared even more,
Deep down the realms of my soul
That I had forsaken the truth
And I realise it’s time to sit up

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Lullaby: Light rains

Tonight it showers outside
Dark clouds all over the skies
And a very strong wind
Forcing itself thru the windows
Pushing the cotton curtains away
While a light rain falls
Not a sound is heard
But a swooshing wind
And some pat-pattering
Of stray raindrops
Falling on the pavements outside
And some, boldly on the windows
The night is cold
The wind is busy
And the rain is here
My bed calls me
And there we must go

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The Rising sun

The sun rises!
Giving her warmth
To all, rich and poor
Throwing her light
On the trees
That shade little fauns
The gloom is gone
The clouds are blue
And the birds are out
Playing and surfing the air
The weather is warm
And the heat is on

The sun rises
Our crops rejoice
The Golden Wheat, the Begonia
And the Date Palm
All reptiles start the tan
Sitting and crawling about
For the warmest place
There, the nights cold
Gone and fast forgotten
The dews all sucked up
And the happy grasshopper clan
Out for the days recreation

The sun rises
Pulling the heat with it
Drying the cocoa beans
And ripening the grape
Her yellow face glittering
Like a diamond
And the swift breezes seized
The grey haired monkeys
Enjoying the sudden drift
The twists of life
In the foggy tropical forests

The sun rises
Across the horizon
Above the nations
Falling on the backs
Of the farmers lodge
Painting a picture of Nature
Throwing a vast look
Of all Divine love
Could look like
And of a mother
Holding her little infant

The sun rises everywhere
It shines on the golf course
In the towns, cities
The little hamlets, villages
On the faces of people,
And all beasts
It shines on the streams
And the lakes
And the ever grinning Alligators

The sun rises
On our windows
Giving a touch of gold
As it falls on curtains
And waking all from slumber

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Musing: To Thee Fairest

I shall listen to you
Though you distract me
The mirror is your pal
And she like seeing your face
When the days sleep
And all seems to be blank
In my mind and on my face
Your face glow in the dark
A light shining upon the night
And the curves of your mouth
All steadied in a mocking smile
But I peer into your face
Even when all I see are paints
You must be a very good artist;
The eyelashes are tinted black
The mouth is colored dark red
And the chins are pinkly hued
All about, there is a riot of colors
And your face like a masquerades
Who’s out for some revenge
Running down the village square
In pure mix of ire and wrath
The winds do embarrass you, perhaps
See your gentle pretty face
Grinning at the mirror, pouting
The best asset in this house
And if I was scared of you
Maybe I had a dream of a masquerade
After my heels, and I yelling
Running for dear life, and muddled
And what if you let it stay natural,
I mean, your pretty blessed face?
Then and only then, shall I come to you

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The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon

The sunset drew a picture
Which had lived with me
For all my younger life
A strange uproar heartfelt
It was aye, very strange
That aye, I mean I
Will be amongst this lot
This people forsaken kind of clan
Living the life of a sea pirate
Out in the weirdest part of the ocean

The blue horizon, carved on the skies
With birds returning, to their homes
And we, in a strange-looking island
Somewhere off the vast ocean
Cautious and seldom willing to prowl about
A fading horn sounded, not so far away
All looked up, staring at each other
“I afraid, I wonder, what may that be?”
Pirate Tusky, wanting a left hand said
He must have spoken so loud
That even the half deaf Cronorie
Swiftly swerved around to look at him,

The Lifnante was glad we were off sea
I felt so, on an errand sent from Sundjata
The Lifnante was high on bottled spirits
“Git here boy, havee som rhum, will ya?”
I could feel the uncalled-for excitement
He was at the extreme end of the camp
There was a group of rocks
Bordering the beach and the forest
And he cared for less
“There’s a horn sire, a sort of bugle sire”
I delivered my message, but he
He waved me off with the hand
And grunted as a pirate filled his cup

The night was stormy, but all was calm
Just lightning and flash all the way
I was awake, I was scared all the time
But then I slept when I knew not…

To be continued…

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A Dust of Locust

Okechukwu Iroegbu

A dark patch I saw from afar
On a day the doors where left ajar
A falling mist upon earth
Greysome; a sight I loath
The sun had seen much
For I, never seen such

Steven M Ross

Sunlight still prevail
Every emotion that you feel
Like poetry is a bust
So does the wind
Blow the dust
Nature’s beauty is still unchanged
Like the fresh smell
Of a perfumed flower fragrance
Love put you in a trance
With every thought
You will dance
As if its autumn
And leaf fall in circles
From a branch
So much is your eye-sight advanced

I had written this poem with a friend, Steven Ross(Cape Town, South Africa) earlier this year; January 1 & 2… The first part was mine while he wrote the second stanza.

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Love

Tomorrow looks faint
At times we wonder
What will happen next?
What if the stars fall?

Nature looks on, letting the rain
Wash the greases off the machine
The blood of blasted bodies and souls
And feeds all into the rivers

One wonders why infants
Are destroyed, not a chance given
A total future wiped off
Bombs hauled into houses, tears and sorrow

We are armed with guns
Drugged most times,
Seldom free of out ‘masters’
And always living by the gun

Why should I kill you?
Why should you kill me?
There’s too many pain to do that
All caused because we love not

The Earths vegetations burn,
The skies and homes burn
The last of our best grains too
And all exotics the Earth has to give

There’s pollution everywhere
We don’t care about the trees
We don’t care about the dying Earth
Of even the beauty of humanity

A prideful march of nationality
Across the waving hands of ‘loved’ ones
Encouraging people to grave acts
What gain will we make of this?

Listen brother, your attention I seek
Your enemy is not man or woman
Let’s fight our real enemies; deforestation
Desertification, erosion, global warming, diseases

Do you knot your hands in anger,
Do you know that all men are equal?
Beheading a fellow human
Goodness! But how do you feel?

How dare you point that at me
Did I steal your yam or corn harvest?
Why are you happy to see blood
Is human beings now lesser than chicken now

Oh mother do not throw away your child
Do not let him march to the fields
Teach him to love, to till the land
To tend the Earth God gave us

What are you, military men?
Oh I see, a cold heart grown
Power is in the hands of people with guns
Now the world they seem to own

The nights are cold in the hamlets
The rains had gone for the time being
But blood has been shed somewhere
In the fields and on the city

I wonder if you see this with me
That love has never dwelled on Earth
That we must love others unconditionally
That the humanity in us is all we got

Whatever happens in your arms
That had put fear and tears
In the hearts and minds of people
Then re-consider, make peace, create love

And when we recall all that has happened
Of all beautiful things we destroyed
Blaming this and that, religion, tribe or color
Then it comes for all to sit and love

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The Squirrels

A walk thru the tree forest
A green serene park
With trees hanging about
Welcoming all, with the soft wind
Playing the violin,
Which hung on their branches
And moving from here to there
Dancing on the pathway
Allowing us see the sun
Thrice in a minute,
Hiding all sweet creatures
All my tree dwelling fellows
Then like a flash
A shadow ran past
Jumping, scaling the trees
Like some ninja,
Fast, going for the attack
Another followed, two more
Heading, the way the first went
Jumping, rushing, bounding
Stopping now and then
To see who passes by
Like Robin, of Locksley
The forest guardian,
And his merry men
A strange creature of the tree
Boldly, carefully stood out
On a tree branch
Peering, studying the passersby
Quietly and unaware our returned gaze
Maybe she let us see her
And all her little ones
Hiding behind her body
But their tails still gave them away
An encounter of man and nature

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The Wind

There’s coldness everywhere
Up the forested hills, the wind surge
Throwing up fallen tree leaves
In a self heart gladdening sweep
Down the hill, the hamlet wakes
Pulling cardigans and all manner of rags
To keep Warmth from fleeing
The noises outside, of the busy wind
Sweeping the village square
And all the corners of the hamlet
Pulling both debris, dirt and garbage
About in a fierce dance
An uncontrolled wild desire
The skies are pitch dark
The clouds are unseen
And the Bats were nowhere around
The crickets all quiet, perhaps scared
And strongly holed up in the dark
Deep down the brown soil
The grasses all drifting about
As a choir would do
The nearby Lake, snoring
Sending her soft breezes
Towards the quiet village
A cold night, windy
And calmly a lovers own

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A tale of the lakeside 2

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Once upon a quiet lakeside
Where blue skies stay
And very thick fog dwells
With tall Figs hiding in them
Hanging like towers
There’s a riot of colors
Down the valley
When the sun rays fall
On the forest below
All turns to gold
The clouds are not left behind
They shine gloriously
The water drops fall
Slowly from the waterfall
Washing the pebbles
As white waters rush in haste
And the solemn rocks
With green forests all beside it
Keeps watch in mute
There’s a rainbow up the sky
And a host of Egrets surfing the wind
The white mountains stand guard
With patches of green here and there
The winds blow the sweetest breezes
The bears growl all about
So beautiful, so charming
All about a quiet lakeside
And that’s Natures gift

Oiroegbu Halls

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Heart broken

How times fly past
How love fall apart
And all life goes on
Left alone on the sun
Dancing the steps we use to
Looking up for comfort
Of the heart and soul
Days are fast forgotten
The suns warmth all lost
The green life dark
And nothing makes meaning
But to recall the moments
Of us, of our tryst
Up the the hills
Watching the setting sun
Playing with the straying ants
And loving the look of the clouds
Even a play in the rain
Minding not beast or man
Will you remember
The first tears drawn
From this face
The drops wiped
By your own hand
And the love you had given?
Do you remember the promises,
The desires of the mind
The prayers we prayed
The moments all ordained
For us to witness
Just to fall apart
Or was it to learn?
Will you forget me in a hurry?
Even though I had not all yet
Even when all I desire
Is that broad smile
Drawn across your pretty face
Which understanding we know not
Cos we stay in a world
Where none exists but us
Where we let Nature teach us
And we learn only thru loving deeds
See the hopes you given
Still fresh in my heart
See the lamp you lighted
Still beeping and shining
Showing the way about
The dark tunnel,
A farewell I greet thee
My humble fairest
One day, we shall see
And I hope to it…

Oiroegbu Halls

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Africa

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Oh Africa!
The land of warriors
Of Shaka the Zulu
Land of great trees and waterfalls
The Victoria and the Chad
the Baobab and the Iroko
A land of green forests
With many faun and flora
A goldmine, a pouting sky
The wonders of Nature
A setting sun in the evening
Have you heard the tales
Of brave beast hunters
Home with life boas and alligators
Or driven down the roads
Of a modern Jo’burg
During a night sit out?
Have you seen the crags of Jos
And the Ohafia war dancers?
Have you seen the Kainji,
Or the ever dry Sahara?
Have you been to the Veldt
Or taken a safari thru Kenya’s forests
To see the wonders of the lakes
The river Orange and Lusaka?
When the sun rises
Hopes all rises with it
Have you seen the mountain Kilimanjaro
Or a hill leading the way to Umukwu, Ovim?
Have you heard the Lion
Roar so close to you
Or the trumpeting of Elephants
Confused and staring at you?
Come taste the sweet wonders
Of mother Natures best dishes
Come explore the lands
Where the sun shines always
Come see islands of the Cape Verde
And the wildlife that walk on Africa
Africa calls you
Have you seen my Africa?

Pictures: from Jim’s African Page

Oiroegbu Halls

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Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2

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There’s a land behind those hills
Covered in the forest
A green foliage; brushes and roots
All the time the Clouds are blue
And the king of the Forest
Do fall in love with it
When the cloud blushes
It rains softly; mildly
And the little creatures
Which live in the land
Look up to the smiling Forest king
‘Oh, see how handsome his face is’
A little dark Cricket said
‘He is really in love with the Cloud
But we don’t understand
Why she always refuses
To love the Forest king back!’
A group of Pigeons answered
‘I tell you that she is possessed
Who should resist the Forest king?’
The Wolf added, as he looked up
‘The Forest king hadn’t said anything yet
All he does is to stare and smile
How awfully awful!’
Some Pine trees whined
‘If for nothing but admiration
Is the reason to love
I choose not to love’
The philosophical Woodpecker concluded.

This is a part of the first poem written earlier on 5th August. Nice reading to you, and I hope you enjoy it.

Oiroegbu Halls

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Poetale: Storm

It was evening
In a little hamlet
The skies were dark
With all frowning grey clouds
Gathering together for a talk
But always when they do gather
It only leads to mayhem
And total disaster
Because they would never agree
To any discussed matter
It all began with the rain
Accompanied by a very strong wind
The rains stayed for a while
Letting the breezes flow through
Pulling trees, wringing the brushes
To and fro, the foot path
Then shouts rang out
From here and there, fleeing rooftops
The clouds darkened the more
And the pines sang out loud
A strange cry from the skies
A crack of the thunder
And his cousin, the lightning
Taking obscure pictures
Of his siblings toil
The wind blew up the sands
Into curious eyes, grinning
As she push all about
Bullying all daring to stand on her way
Kissing the window panes
Playing a drum of rains
On the rooftop of houses
Blowing out smoking chimneys
The dark clouds conceal
All raindrops waiting to jump
To come see the green Earth
The noises behind those homes
As the storm shakes thru the forests
Birds hide in cracks everywhere
Huts, rocks and tree barks
The night was chilled
There was nothing up the skies
But dark clouds and its armoury of rain
Another mother Natures pranks

Oiroegbu Halls

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Nigeria

In the morning, the sun rises
Above the horizons and cliffs
And on the smiling faces on the farms
The hope rises with the sun
As the children roll out their bicycles
To the tanned fields of the hamlet
Followed by their pets, puppies and kittens
A proud cloud draws a huge smile
And on the clay the infants draw theirs
The men in groups of duties
Hunt in the forests almost barehanded
And when off duty, drink kaikai in the village square
The women make soups, pound yams
And brew the local gin for the men
The boys march through the Woods
In hopes of a catch on hidden traps
Tucked away, somewhere I know not
Monkeys dance on their paths
Mocking them that walks on two legs only
And the boys would laugh it off
The girls with all basket sizes
Giggle as they walk towards the streams
Now and then, a small rodent shakes the bush
And all will race off the spot in fear
The toddlers are not left behind
They wail all day, as the dogs sleep
Pythons silently leave the roadsides
Once disturbed from their sun tanning exercise
Rivers lay here and there, rivulets, streams
Waterfalls and happy fishes
Lakes and huge Crocodiles lay undisturbed
There are coastlines and islands
There are hot beaches with lots of trees
Nature washes her garments on the Waterfalls
And we could hear her sing
The Hyenas laugh not too far away
And the kids retrace their straying steps
All birds twitter, this is their home
As the Egrets move with their land bride
The cattle, and all sweet green grasses
The hot lands remain like a painted scarf
A valley of enchantment at Mambilla
The life giving Benue river
A calm and cloudy seaport in Calabar
The snaky terrains of Udi hills
The serenity of Victoria Island
Ancient Kano town and her suya
A busy street in Pitakwa
The red muds of the East
The rich African culture
A lake somewhere up the Niger
Home of the lion and elephant
And all bush dwelling fauns
The sun would never leave here
The land of the waking sun
This is my love, Nigeria
And it’s morning
The Sun has risen
So has our hopes

For all who believe in peaceful coexistence and love.
Line 12 kaikai, a locally brewed gin.
Line 47 suya, delicious skewered pieces of meat meshed in dried crushed groundnut, pepper, onion and other condiments. Predominately made in the Northern part of Nigeria.

Oiroegbu Halls

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Musing: Loves Poetry

Many days loneliness
Kept me from the world
Sometimes I feel out casted
From the grip of the world
From this cruel, crooked world
Nothing excites my fancy
But you… Dear Lord
You brought poetry to me
You made it my dream
Now as it came to me
It made my life so beautiful
Putting smiles all over my face
Making me sing aloud
Praying with it
Dancing with it
Teaching with it
Thinking more about it
Love made it possible
I wonder, such passion
A psalm in rendition
To Thee maker of all;
Man, flora, fauna and poetry
The beauty of it all,
The beauty of life itself
To be totally changed,
To have a new life
And a new Dream
Each new blessed morning

Oiroegbu Halls

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Lullaby

I will write a poem for you tonight
Close your eyes and let your head rest
Lay close to me and listen to my tale
Do you feel the breezes shove our hair?
The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale
There’s only one explanation of this
A light rain will help strike a beat for me
Let me pull your hair softly
While you hear my poetic songs
And as the curtains shiver
With the touch of the Airs
And the awesome Crickets
Which hide in all the cracks of the house
A tap-pattering outside the cold night
Some Frog choir behind the fencing
My croaky poetic voice singing away
And the smiling Fireplaces warmth
Let me sing you a lullaby

Oiroegbu Halls

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A Tale of the Lakeside

Once upon a quiet lakeside
Where blue skies stay
And very thick fog dwells
With tall Figs hiding in them
Hanging like towers
There’s a riot of colors
Down the valley
When the sun rays fall
On the forest below
All turns to gold
The clouds are not left behind
They shine gloriously
The water drops fall
Slowly from the waterfall
Washing the pebbles
As white waters rush in haste
And the solemn rocks
With green forests all beside it
Keeps watch in mute
There’s a rainbow up the sky
And a host of Egrets surfing the wind
The white mountains stand guard
With patches of green here and there
The winds blow the sweetest breezes
The bears growl all about
So beautiful, so charming
All about a quiet lakeside
And that’s Natures gift

Oiroegbu Halls

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Poetale: Story of Faith

Once upon a time
In a land separated
By a peaked hill
With clouds gathering
On its highest tops
The other side of the hill
Nests the only stream
Which serves all, cattle, man
The villagers must then
Climb the hill which was hectic
A whooping half days trek
To get to the stream
To walk around was easier
But then the forests weren’t friendly
It reared beasts
And people do lose their way
There lived a young man,
Always praying and asking
Believing that a miracle
Must come one day soon
On one night he thought
“What if the hill moved
What if it moved away
From its position?”
He was full of hope
On the morrow,
He was already at the town centre
Crying out to townsmen
To come, gather for prayers
A strange prayer, it seemed
He told of his plans
And people wondered
Pondering on the dreams
Of the young man
“I believe there’s One
Who hanged the hill
Up there, who kept the stream from us
I believe that he can
Take it away from our way!”
“Oh foolish one, oh foolish dream”
People ranted openly
Jeering at the young man
“I shall pray
Even though you won’t with me”
He courageously declared
On that night he stayed awake
Praying, calling unto God
“Oh master, hear my voice
Hear my voice…”
All his broken soul could say
He slept off after, peacefully
As the birds twittered
The next bright morning
He heard shouts outside
And knocks rammed his door
Shaking its hinges ferociously
He got out, and all about
Where people raising their hands
Shouting, all talking at the same time
Pointing towards the hills place
He ran off, swiftly towards the hills
Breathing hard, pondering
And lo, as he raced
He saw governments bulldozers
Ploughing the hills
The government was to build
A road through the hill
And so God truly answered him!

I needed to say a word of  encouragement to someone tonight. Tonights piece is straight forward, and self explanatory. The poetale talks about Faith and Believing in yourself. Take sometime and always ask God for all your needs. Trust not on human standards, or back talk. Some things might look impossible, unrealistic but God works in mysterious ways. Believing and positivity(faith) decides if you will succeed or not in lifes struggle. Prayers might be all we need for success after a hard work done. Stay safe, pray always.

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Viva Africa!

Africa –my pride
The land of husker corn
Barley adorn your lengths
And date palms embellish you
The coasts in your waters
Glitter with mother of pearls
Signifying your just blood
Salmon glide on in its might
The land of Quasar drum
And the… palm beer
Your calabash is full of sorghum
And millets grounded in pepper
Cattle move around you
And the sunflowers beautify you
Showing your pure spirit
The land of rivers and lakes
The Victoria and the Chad
The farm that grows the Shea
And the Iroko, the Gmelina
I can sing of you with pride
Because of your just spirit

Notes:

Line 9: The Quasar drum is a native of Southern African tribes.

Line 10: The Palm beer: a whitish  medicinal brew tapped from some species of the palm tree.

Line 17: Lake Victoria of East Africa and Lake Tchad of Central Africa.

Study Questions:

1. Do you really think that the poem says all about Africa? Why or why not?

2. What are the dominant figures of speech used on the poem?

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Dew

Early in the morning
The sun stays home
Taking care of her kids
Letting the Heavenly dew rest
There’s moist on vegetations;
There’s moist on trees
There’s moist on shrubs
On grasses and the pans
There’s moist on my hands
As I give each flower a shake
The skies are dark
Painted with different shades
And all gloom looking
Blackish mixture, cloudy
Like Zeus was about to war
And we could see his commanders
All drawn across the horizon
With all armor ready
Then were birds absent
Insects and hoppers holed up
The dew gives its water
To all creatures
Who could wander
Up the hills green fields

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Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove

Before I tell this poetale let me describe the nature of the Tortoises character in African cultures. The tortoise is a reptile that lives on land. In African tales the tortoise is perceived as a cunny creature that finds a way to trick others. Now in Africa we sit beneath a trees shade listening and looking up anxiously to the tale teller on a moon lit night. Now your task, dear reader is to pick the moral(s) and make sure you don’t sleep off before the end of the tale. Nice reading.

Once in a land far away
There lived a Tortoise and a Dove
The two became friends
Living together, feeding together
And the friendship grew more
Now, it came to pass
On a quite sunny day
The tortoise made a law
“Before you eat, you must say your name”
Now the dove was a stammerer
And for this he couldn’t say his name
So the night came
And it was porridge
The tortoise called out his name
Rushed to the table and started eating
The dove tried saying his name
And it came out funny
“Dovovo, dovosk, dovod and all
“Oh try harder” tortoise jeered
Till he ate up all
On the next day
The dove came with his own law
“If one must eat, hands must be washed”
On the night it was soup
So the dove washed and flew up
To the foods stand
The tortoise rushed to wash his hands
He did, but alas!
He soiled them as he walked back
He tried again and again
But all was the same
He sat back and cried
After that day, they lived peacefully

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The Dance

The tree shields many things
It shields the squirrels
It shields the birds
And all that loves to see us dance

It shields you
It shields me
It shields the little dance we do
On moonlight nights
With shadows cast on the sands

It shields you
It shields we
When all is seated on the sands
And Granny comes walking to us
With her smiling pouted mouth
To tell us of the origin of the Earth
And how the Giraffe ate the moon half

I love the tree
I love the tales
I love the little dance we do

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Falling Leaves

There are leaves falling
From the skies top
Swinging about in a dance
Rowing silently up and down
When the orange sun sets
And the sad squirrels sat
On tree branches looking at
The strange hues painted
Across the skies horizon
Also the little ants watch
Though a sign had come
It was time to hurry up
To go home for night is on its way
Quietly, slowly eaten up the day
The happy leaves drop
When the tree had written its story
And silently passes her message
For all who care to read

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Musing: The Wind

How cold it is tonight
With very little warmth
The frogs are happy outside
They all had started their choir procession
Singing with all croaky voices
Dancing to the rhythm of it
The wind blows heavily
It has gripped the night
And her cousin, cold
Enjoys the evening ride
With her ice cold fingers
They sent shivers across
The lengths of the Earth
Throwing up straying debris
Pushing dusts and sands
Pulling our dresses
And rushing about savagely
I forgive you though
You carried my hat away

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Dreams from the Front

The joy I left here with has gone
It has grown wings and I knew not
The direction of its flight
Am terrified, I have no stories to tell anymore

Each time a memory of holding your hands
Comes to me, drops of tears roll down
I can’t look into your face now
You would know how much I desire to see you

Oh lest I forgot this time, please
Give my little ones these kisses
Tell them that all will be well
That God willing I shall return to them

I missed it and all of you
We are fed to the soil all day
Toiling for blood, for vanity
I wasn’t sure I would do this again

A day without a bloody sight
Then that would be some restful day
We claim brave, we drink rum
Sincerely I feel like running away

But then if by next season
You happen not to hear from my hand
Do not despair much love, sweety
The horrors seen would kill even the living

And if in the end I live
Trying to forget men I killed
I pray that God forgives me
And deal nicely with dead souls

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A prayer for you, mums

This is my prayer
For you sweet mother
I’ll sing for you
And I’ll dance with you
See my joy when I write for you
And it’s because of you
I remember those hands that held me
Those hands that washed and fed me
My desire in a dream
Your smiles as in a golden grin
Momi if not for you
If not for you…
I can’t really say
Even if I recall those dry nights of May
When I was small
You found my lost ball
Oh precious mother
Precious momi, precious mother
How I miss those back pats
And also the motherly slaps
Now what will I be
Without your prayers?
You push me off when I’m wrong
You pull me back with the other arm
Hold me once again
Cos I’ll fall without you
You have washed my nakedness
And you have directed me off from wickedness
My baby tears have fallen all over you
Clothes blankets even your food
Now I ask God for another favor
Please my Dear Lord, I thank Thee
I pray, keep her for me
Now it’s your unfailing love
That kept hope burning lightly in my heart
This memory I want most
To hold you the way you held me when I was a toddler.

I dedicate this prayerful poem to my mom, Mrs Helen Iroegbu, my teacher, my confidant, encouragement and inspiration and to you all moms and potential moms all over the world, you all gave life to us, something so precious and loving. Kisses and hearts from me…

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Musing: Loneliness

A writers love is like a tree
On a lonely roadside
With no one to feel
Or to sooth away some pain
When the tree waves
The leaves about on calm winds
It says a lot
But it is lonely
And when the stubborn storms
Shove it about, to and fro
It stands but broken inside
With one more hope to spare
But love; love itself is strange
It has made the best tales
Loneliness, has wandered far
Giving only desire to the desirous
The love one seeks
Lays inside of that
Which brings joy upon ones heart
And smiles upon others faces

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Deceptive pursuits

As we walk the void called life
Wandering for things unknown
Walking on deep darkness,
Seeking much that others sought
Blending into all strange hues
Of hate, intolerance and wrath
Understanding no religion, believing in bloodshed
Fighting for some deity
Maiming, killing, bombing
And asking all questions why
Staying hard from stepping on toes
Getting muddled as the days goes by
Frustrations, blames and technology
Trying to fill the voids
Created by other souls
Taking anothers bull by the horn
Taking anothers bullet, willingly
Risking all ever labored for
All beautiful memories ever known
For pork in the fields
So even the green fields are black and red
With much grease and blood
As more wander for things unknown
Walking on deep darkness
On a very bright morning
With all Natures beauty calling

Dedicated to all inquisitive souls, all innocent people, kids, adults, youths, teens drawn to violence through deceptions and political propagandas caused by corrupt leaders in the world. I wish love could return and all manner of evil vanquished from Earths surface.