The Travelers Tale

Traveling out of the city to find some solace,

Passing through forests and undulating hills,

And through grasslands and indigenous settlements

To the countryside, where exists true connection,

The ever green forests stretched out with the curvy roads

Guiding the driver, who seemed to be awed by the scenery

Up the skies, hawks scaled the cloudy noon

Scouting, while the sun shone sickly,

From the hill top, the grassy plains come to view

In instalments, the hills background appear before the moving bus

Dark patches separate the harvested fields from fresh wheat

Behind the tree lines of the green forests,

Streaks from the sun, try to escape through tree leaves

But the trees casted a huge shadow after the retreating bus

Calls of the wild rent the airs; disturbed primates,

Monkeys with their young cling to the trees,

Millions of noisy insects and rodents

And curious birds disturbed with the sighing bus

Peer from their hide out

Now towards the end of the journey, the traveler

Had drawn images that will live forever in his mind


Palm wine

Have you tasted the palm wine?

It is mother Nature’s own brew

A combined effort of yeast and man

Trained in the early morning dew

If you ever come to West Africa

Do not let the landscape fool you

Look to the quiet traditional bars

And enjoy a bottle or two


My Shoes (They fit me alone) by Franklin Onuoha

Take a look at my life
What can you say about me?
You know just a little
But you feign omniscient
You care less about yourself
But you put all focus on me
Do you really think
You can love me more than me?
You hear rumours that ain’t true
You spread it like bird flu
I’m not sure you’re even real
Though you always want to play God
Who are you to judge me?
You can’t walk in my shoes
You’ll topple and fall
A thousand times
So before you wear your bench wig

To give your verdict

Make sure you’ve attained perfection


What Love can do

1 Corinthians 13 : 4 – 8


Taste and see

Love never hurts

If you agree with me

Then love is all we got


Love is golden,

So truly yours

Brings joy to one

When you let her soar


Love forgives all

It paints different colors

It mildly heals

And turns around sorrows


God is love, it is His command

Love one another as you love yourself

Love is a melody in God’s word

Given to guide us back to Himself



Crowns, kings and queens,

Great men and women

Purple with royalty,

With greater authority

Over greying cities

And Nature’s dying beauties

Can we crown a Daffodil

And close all carbon deals?

Can we plant forests

In our modern cities?

Can we let the fragrance of roses

Cling to the corners of our buildings?

Crowns, kings and queens

Those with which we either lose or win,

Go green with royalty

And greater authority

To protect the forest

And all that dwell in it


Make me a crown of fauns and the flora

So my beautiful Nature, I can rule over



We live in the realities of global warming, in polluted atmosphere and hydrosphere and in growing human cold and selfishness. I hope our ‘crowns’ do more to save the Earth from dying.