Tradition: The African beer

But there is one taste that Africa is known for, 

This natural liquid drawn from the palm

Sweet as the taste of sleep after a hard days labor

Whitish, an admired mess for the tired old and young

Mmanya, the older men’s African honey

The drink for all, Natures perfect brew
Now we drink to everyones health, 

To the health of the village chief, 

To the health of the men and women

And the little ones who watch us drink! 
But we must let the soil taste what it has given

And then give a short prayer for fertility and joy

The land must grow our grasses and yams

The river shall flow and fishes shall abound

The children must grow like the grass beside the waters

The women must be fruitful and beautiful like that raffia palm

The men shall be strong to till this land and hunt the forests

But we must let the soil taste what it has given

And then our prayers shall be welcomed! 

I give you the magic beer! 



Mmanya is the Igbo local name for the beer or an alcoholic drink. The introduction of the kola and drinks such as beer is one of the ways of welcoming guests in African cultures of Nigeria. 


Musing:  Stressful Days


Stressful days take away the joy in my evening meals

With back aches and a weakened body I struggle to feed

When the day is spent and my thoughts long for my needs, 

The stress will then set in; feverish and broken feelings


Before this noon, I have had some tea and milk

And had walked under the suns heat for long

I had endured the malevolent Harmattan wind

And those combo has made me very weak


Now look at my face, see how I show my fatigue

The long lines and the pain Stress has caused it, 

She has taken my strength and flung it to the wind
And had made me a refugee in my own body


The Sea 


The soft waves wash those shores, 

Flying fishing birds, cry up in the skies

And dancing algae surfed the waters

All defining the exotic blues visible

But what do we know about the depths, 

What is beyond the sands of the beach? 

For when the sun shine, all glittered

But the waters danced softly, innocently

Behind the beaches strong trees grow

Crabs crawl quietly, their pincers in the air

From the depth of the huge sea they emerge, 

Casting shadows longer than what they seem

The crab, the wave, the sand and tropical sun

Gather to the banquet of the innocent sea

One puffs, one surfs and the rest lay about

But the sea is vast and wont talk of her secrets


Amuse: The sunset 

Sometimes I do think the sun was angry when she was hot

People hide underneath the tree branches, some throw down mats

And in few minutes they snore out there fatigue without remorse

They blow trumpets, letting their mouths wobble in defeat

Yet I wonder if by chance the suns heat was responsible, 

As her benevolence was misinterpreted as a queer malevolence

But she did her work and as the day will be soon spent

She must take her heat somewhere else but the snorer must snore


Image by my twelve year old brother, Chijindu Favor Iroegbu who just celebrated his birthday yesterday, 18/01/2018. A cheerful year to him, I wish. 




Family is love, family is the birth place of love

It is a wake of faces; staring, admiring, loving

A bed were we fight with pillows some times

And a glimpse of hope in the darkest of nights


Family is that look through the eye of a loved one

Family is the noise we make when we are all crazy

The reason we run home after a day of sun stress

And a soothing bath that gives a fresh-start fragrance


Family is laughter, a bunch of friends who delight in food

And more who delight in dance, wine and wierd things 

In great times, in sad times, morning, night, all for fun

But we all must begin and end with the family


Family is the dream of a fairy beach house

A collection of stones and pets all about the house

It is the taste of the sweet coconut juice from earth cups

The smell of boiled potatoes and soup for evening meal


Family is trust, made of honor and loyalty, 

A dream come true, a bouncing smiling baby

The taste of orange, a collection of picture albums

And a sense of belonging to the clan


Family is a citadel, a place of warmth and shelter

Designed in the hearts of hearts, the depths of care

Where the pains are sorted with mild words and smiles

And the love of our mother Nature with all she offered to us


Family is the song we sang together around the Christmas tree

The visits of places were masquerades pursue people with sticks, 

A life given to be shared by many wonderful people

And even a greater joy of gathering once in a while


Sunrise up the Forestlands 


Folklore: Let’s play under the Moon light


Breezes of your presence come to me each evening, with mild rosy fragrance 

The voice of the wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale and her lover 

And now it is our tryst, one we waited upon, the one we craved when the sun was here


Now we make haste, for the night will be cold and we must stay near the fire, 

Under the baobab tree our love will blossom and there our tryst play our fancy

The mild air mix with your fragrance and the Night herself has come for a sniff 

Merry evening, one of love, beneath the tree with the moon shining long and bright

But the evening is still young and so will our tales be and the ones others will tell

Let’s play hide and seek as other youth gather for the nights tale

Let’s wait for the youth, lovers to gather

And this night there will be no timidity

Ah!  It must not be this night, no no no… 

And if my wit tries to run I will hold it back… 

But I have not come to watch anyone but you

My jewel, I am your Lion, your forest King! 

And before the night tales are spent

We would have lived our Romeo and Juliet! 


Once upon a time… 

Once upon a time you preferred the silence to my love
Then trees leaves fell, they fall quietly and so you went

Once I held your hands in deep love and we walked the paths, 

And you told of our future but now you will not see me anymore

We played together, you were my favorite and I was your cherish

But where are you now, where are we dear? 

Old memories is all that lay on my paper 

Once I knew you, once I loved you and once we had all

But that was once upon a time… 


Musing: Observing you

I look upon your face, it shone in the night moon light

In the darkness, where many bodies shuffled about

Dancing, drinking, talking, calling, shouting, but I only heard you

But will you let this light you bring shine in my heart, will you? 

The fine curve of your pouting mouth make me weak

When you smile I feel my heart leap towards you, 

Your hair fall, they fall before my face, hovering about

But I watched it fall, every time, every beautiful moment

So I have made this little musing for you, 

I am hoping to see all smiles this year! 


A Note: Welcome to January, 2018

Please welcome to a brand new year! It’s 7.20AM here as I write. Last year has been a blessing in my journey of the pen, I believe strongly this year will be much better. 
I hope your dreams and aspirations come thru this year. I hope we all have reasons to celebrate.