May 2019 – Oke Iroegbu's African Poems & Stories of Nostalgia

Remember me

I remember your stories Of bombs and guns Of decimated hills and homes And broken dreams and destinies! I remember the thunder that broke backs

Ruddy And with palms strained from playing The guitar He walks home with the happy flock Gentle was his walk Joyful was his apparition So

Even when the sun set far away from you It gives me joy to remember my humble home *** There’s a place in my mind

You remind me You remind me of the sunshine Dimples on your face like the half sun Surface when you smile You have become my

There are memorable thoughts that goes each night As the lonely shepherd lays on his bed of soft wool The days stress comes calling by,

I remember the first time you looked at me I watched my feet dance in my long walk I knew the celebration that came from

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