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Africa culture/tradition Igbo culture Nature Pastoral Poetry

Four Nature Poems with Deborah Nnagbo, Shawny Johnson and Franklin Onuoha

Ogbunike Cave by Deborah Nnagbo

There it lies with an open mouth,
Basking in the unadulterated air of tradition.
Bidding me to come in unto her,
Inside the sacred forest guarding the glory of a race.

Slowly, I tiptoed into natures edifice.
With eyes clothed with wonder.
I could not but see the finger of Chineke
In all shades and forms of the cave.

Ogbunike cave, ancestral home.
The hidden abode of friendly bats.
The meeting place of our ancestors.
Crawling up and down your little hills stirs up nostalgic feelings of my childhood.

Thou hast revived the strangled reality of Igbo culture in me.
And lured my heart to crave for the riches of thy land.
Your stream of nativity has revealed my identity.
I shall no more wander like a homeless lass when I have a room in you.

Formed by Shawny Johnson

Above and beyond
Falling to produce greatness
Running in the DNA of grains cultivating food of earthy particles pushing through the rhythm of GOD’s timing
Purposed for a destined designed
portrait of his own imagery cycling over again recreating the dust that formed the pleasure of you and I being man and man within
With rain drops cleaning away the imperfections of our disconnections from the ground that needs the same rain from the clouds that clash In dances only GOD can orchestrate to give life that we may live on

Nature’s Touch by Franklin Onuoha

It throws me into wild ecstasy
To see the bamboo
Twirl and dance
To the rhythm of the wind

And when I see the leaves
Of the Ukpaka tree wave at me
I feel at home because even the trees know
That I’m a son of the soil

The euphonious dawn chorus
From the morning birds
Fills me with the optimism
To face the day’s task

And the chirping
Of the crickets at night
Is a sweet sounding lullaby
To my weary head

Oh! How I love the caress
Of the evening breeze
And the sound of the flowing streams
Which soothes my perturbed nerves

Home is where I want to be
Where nature speaks to me
And reminds me of who I am
I’m African

The Waterfalls by OkeChukwu Iroegbu

Thou water that fall from the skies
Pleasing to my weary ears,
Your sounds wake my sweet sensation
Ah, you are then my inspiration
When you trap me in your web
I wonder freely
How much of your sounds I must listen to
With each passing day

Thou water that fall from the skies
Pleasing to my weary foot,
Your songs sooth away my pain
I’m at ease, when you win
Now you take the moment
When you spray your mild water
And with your falling white matter
You distinguish mud from water

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culture/tradition folklore Pastoral Poetry

African tales by Moonlight

Living in the countyside was fun. I can’t forget the numerous activities/events I participated in. I remember the rodent hunting, farm work, fruit catching, swimming in the streams, wrestling fights and the night tales. My favorite was the night tales which was something else. How I love to sit in the warmth of other kids, out in the open space, under the tree shed and moon light. Ah! Words can’t describe the feeling. Don’t take my word for it. Come to Africa and try to find yourself a story telling community. There’s so much to learn from the tales. Much morals and old world wisdom are lost because most of the youth nurture other dreams. The modern youth think the countryside is not a nice place to settle in. So country life is not meant for them. I really think otherwise. I was born and brought up in the town, but I feel more attached to the countryside. I feel lost in the crowd and towns are places of pollution and noise, right?

Moon light tales are told in the late evening or nights. I call it ‘the African theater’. Major spectators are children, sometimes stray adults join. Usually the tales finish off as moral lessons and other times just a fun story, which may act as a lullaby for the night. We need to encourage and revive this culture of story telling.

So if you love folktales and happen to visit rural Africa. From Safari to Palm wine to melon cakes and weird but nice food, be rest assured you will have a great time.

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Africa education global warming Nature Pastoral Poetry Uncategorized

The Wrong Way

I sit by the cliff edge

To watch the lights go out

And one by one they went

Nothing made sense

As we live in disguise,

Resting,

Relaxing,

Recessing,

Recouping?

From all our disastrous efforts

But are we prisoners of earth?

Do we have to let everything be?

If I write alone, no one will hear me

Now drums of carbon beat away

While we barely stirred from her way

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Lessons from Experiences Love and Christianity

Thoughts on Love

Love is an intense feeling of affection and care towards another person. The English dictionary defines it as deep or abiding liking for something. A profound and caring attraction towards someone. Note the appearance of care and affection in all the definitions.

Let’s read from the Bible to get a clearer picture of what love suggests. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8, New International Version (NIV)

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Wow. That is self explained. What I can make of these verses is that love is selflessness. It is forgiveness in the greatest of wrongs (for instance, love from Mandela’s experience) and a gift which can turn situations around. Let’s assume, the whole world has this kind of love. How do you think the Earth will look like? When we forgive freely we love, when we are selfless in service we love. If you are selfless, then you are humble. A loving person prefers peace, because he won’t stand violence which may destroy that which he loves. Love perseveres, love is not proud. Kindness is one of the highest forms of Love. Same with compassion and diligence (lovingly working hard in the things you do). So you can see the connections between great virtues and love. Is it not said that Love is the greatest of all?

Let love flow like a stream. Let it feed, water, cloth and bless the land around you. Nothing matters more.

Tell someone you love him/her today. Prove it too by being kind and showing affection. Let me start from you; I love you!

Good morning from West Africa.