A Tale of the Wild Woods: Cold world

When the last winter snow melted
Several things had changed
The tree leaves had less dew
And the tree roots hid in the sand
The skies were dark blue,
Drawing images of floating clouds
Few birds came sailing through the sky
Larks, Swallows, Parrots and Cuckoos
Danced in the clear skies
And from the mist, the Mountain stood
With her was several tree species
Which found joy from the many nutrients
That lay all around the mighty giant
Herbs and bushes grow on the fertile soil
And many fauns found solace in the quietness
Then came flying a little Bluebird
Singing loudly as she went
“Oh what a pretty green place!” She sang
“And how happy the world seem in summer!”
A burrow rat looked up to the tree branch
Where the pretty bird sat and smirked
“Do you think about the wee-aather at all?”
He asked, stressing the word- weather
“I am concerned with the beauty that surround me”
The pretty bird sang in a sweet kind voice
“The weather has always been cold, very cold
If you are unaware, the Winter witch is gone,
The sinister Cold, crazy winds, the Avalanche
With her!” She said excitedly
The rat sat thinking about her words
And couldn’t make any sense of them
“Well, I ask do you not think about the weather?”
The little bird made a move to fly away
For a huge Hawk came circling but turned in the air
“I am not interested in the weather,
It has always been cold, the world is cold
In plenty and in nothingness
In the heart and outside of it
And so in winter or in summer!”
With those words the bird flew away


End of the day

Fast falls the evening tide

Birds fly home

With the clouds they went

Traveling with the setting sun

Airy winds bring nostalgia

Birds call to one another

Enjoying the day end

Scent of wet clay

Mixed with rotten veggies

Fill the market square

Home calls darlin’

And to you I return



Look through me
See the glitter,
On my face
Feel the curves
Of my ruddy face
Let my gaze
Be your mirror
For all I think
I’m not my skin


Gather the Harvest

Throw the harvest to the air
Catch the tumbling beans
Let the wind take the chaff
Break the nuts
Gather the hops
Let the sun bake them
And in the morning
Brew an African beer!



Spherical white gold
With memories impressed,
Up the dark skies
Riding on the clouds
And sometimes to stand
To light the woods,
And the vales and heights
Creating bold-
Caricatures of trees,
Images of the land
The moon light
Gives illumination
To the world at night
So the clouds may glow white



I search through stacks of books
Panting, tired, worried
I wait for the rising sun,
Riding across the skies
To give some heat, some inspiration
But yet it was elusive
Seeming to change
With each new day
For when the sun came
It brought news of it
And before now in my search
I created a niche for some


Muse: I am hu-man

I was not carved from stone

I am not a sculpture

Or painting of any kind

I live in a civilized culture

I eat much food

And live in a town

I dream of the woods

I dance when no one is watching

And I may be different from you

I may see things differently

Most times I am kind, sometimes rude

I may be your friend or your enemy

But I am human just as you


Muse: Green

Nature’s blood


Life’s culture

Sweet airs

And a host of pretty views


Oxygen tanks

Green is man’s hope

If he desire not to end up swinging from a rope


Ubochi taa (Today) : Igbo Love poem (Abu ihunanya)

Ubochi taa

Anam ede nke a

I gwa gi otu ubochim siri ga

I maram ka onye na achi aturu

Marakwa na enweghim ihe niile ichoro

Ubochi niile anam akpahara ohia

Na acho ihe aturum ga eri

I mara na enweghi ihe na enyem

Obi uto karia ndu mkpachara anya

O bu nke a kam ji agwa gi,

I gwa gi otu ikem ha

Mana otu ihe m na ekwesi gi ike

Bu na m ga enye obi uto

M ga edu gi ga ebe di anya

Ebe nani mu na gi ga ebi

Ebe anyi ga agbanari anya ndi mmadu

Ebe anyi ga aku ubi ma rie ya

Anwu ga a cha n’iru anyi

Mmiri na asu asu ga abu mmanya anyi

Anu mfe na ndi bi n’ohia ga abu ihe nlere

Ma mgbe chi ga eji

Anyi ga edina, lekwasi kpakpando anya

Mu na gi ga ako akuko abali

Ma were obi uto hiri ura

Nke ka nke, obi uto gi ga abu uchem

Learn Igbo language here.



The Igbo language is known to be blessed with a romantic heritage. The tribe is also known for their story telling and tradition. This piece highlights a lovers poetry, obviously the lover sees through the eyes of the poet. The Igbo is a proud African race and love to pronounce their love verbally and in action. There is an English version below.



I write this piece

To tell how my day went

You knew me as a shepherd

And knew that I have no wealth

All day I go in search of forage

For my flock

You know nothing brings me joy

Than a simple life

That is why I beseech you

See how far my strength can go!

I assure you

Unlimited happiness

I will take you to the farthest land

Where we can make our abode

Where we can live without human troubles

Where we can farm and feed

And where the sun will shine

The waterfalls will supply our drink

The birds and the wild will be our muse

And when the night shall fall

We lie down to stare at the stars

We shall tell many tales

Cuddle and sleep with happiness

To end, your happiness is my aim


Life is green

Life is green
She goes beyond the hustle bustle
Of towns
Of great machines

Life is the flock
Away from human want


Muse: I wonder

I wonder why we pleasure in strife

Why we derive joy in profits

In expense of the dying earth

And why we must sell weapons

To cause more sorrow and pain


We chose paths of darkness and destruction

Even as Nature tries to guide us right

Now the greedy may sit at costly parks

Or peer at fine gardens from windows

But will see no damage their corporations do

Each time a hurricane or wild fires wipe entire species

We are all concerned with economics

Of land, labor and capital…

Even when these are the world we are destroying

The oceans slowly devour our lands

The foundations of the earth can not hold

Chemicals in the air mutate our diversity

We are consumed in seeking money

Day and night, industries smoke

And to we that are broke

We think that it is civilization

Hailing mass production

And our religion is money, more profit

In a world where pure rivers still flow


From waterfalls to little ponds and great lakes.

Beautiful colors of plastics showcase man’s coldness,

Coldness to himself, to fellow man and to creatures

Which must live, unfortunately with their tormentors

Even now, the creatures we share this place with

Know little about the causes of the looming doom

But I am convinced they are playing a part

To help keep the world safe and habitable

Sometimes I pray we don’t come to a point

Were we wear gas marks to communicate

And when we watch trees grow in an enclosure

Because they are the only ones left to see!


I am also convinced that the world goes round

And with it everything that founds themselves in her



This is no poem. I am worried. I fear for the earth with all these issues beclouding her. Global warming and her vices, wars, civil unrests, refugee issues, poverty, corruption, terrorism and Africa. I greet those corporations and individuals who see the need to devise means of sustaining the earths resources and reducing the impart of ‘destructive agents’ on our environment.

I am using the word we because the whole world is into businesses that in one way or the other contribute to our most pressing problem, the global warming. Urgent measures should be taking to save our only planet.



Zingina, this song is for you

The pretty young maid

You that sets our village on fire,

Fire of desire and lust

You whose dance paint many pictures

On the minds of hungry men

The village square is your stage

And when the drums go beating

You throw your arms up the sky,

Twist your waist till the beads shake,

Calling out to the men who sat watching

You turn majestically, now and then

And the beads, green, red, blue

Follow your strong lead

The drums beat away

From the valleys one can hear,

From the riverside many heard

And from the village square people yell

For when the rhythm change

It was because you made a new move!

You took steps, one at a time

Showing thighs strong like rubber

Yet very soft as a chocolate wax

Each night you danced in the square

Men sleep, sighing through the night