Africa culture/tradition Nature

Reflecting on the Sunset

There’s that feeling of nostalgia when the sun drift away from the hamlets, sinking, sailing through the clouds like a golden phantom, spherical like a child’s play ball. Sometimes when it’s hot we wish away the sun and when it’s cold we wish the sun’s heat could warm our land. It’s man’s nature to want balance but what balance are we bargaining for as our planet become warmer than usual?

Now beauty is Nature’s art, seen especially from the day’s end. This beautiful view of African sunset is typical and may excite you. However, reflecting on th natural artful piece, you will agree that there are unspoken words which the sunset may be passing (to us). Reflect calmly, but remember to consider means to keep this planet safe. Feel, enjoy and protect the beauty that you’re surrounded with.

Good night from West Africa.

#VisitAfrica #Saveourplanet #Globalwarming


Every man is King…

In Africa it is believed that every man is a King (in his house).

Here is an image of an African child having fun sitting on his throne of bricks.

Africa culture/tradition

Diary of a Village boy: The Leopard Spirit 4

One of the men unsheathed his shiny machete while the others looked on. I stopped in my tracks, thinking wearily. Were they indeed, headhunters? Maybe they are hunting for slaves for, in those times, the slave trade was booming. If they were none of those, why would they be blocking my way with machetes? Strange stories flood my mind, how savages skin their victim, and how cannibals from villages across the seven hills disembowel their victims. I shrugged and resolved not to die that day.

It seemed like a twist of fate, for darkening clouds gave a hint, it was going to rain. Suddenly strong winds came, trees raged and twisted. It looked like their roots would tear out, and as they wrestled with the wind,  tree leaves flew like kites. The wind struck everything with dust, and that was my chance!

The strange men shielded their eyes from the dust, and in that confusion, I ran for it. I dashed through the path heading towards the thickest part of Uno forest, which led to my village. Thickets, thorns, and even hunter snares lay siege, but a boy running for his life will not care. I was determined to escape from the evil trio. The man with the machete was fast too, he followed immediately, while the others tried to understand what was happening. I was running, panting, and praying to Chukwu; He won’t let me die in the forest.

I knew my way in this forest, as I hunted in this part during my childhood. I jumped over pits, tree stumps, fallen logs, and hunter’s snares. I climbed and swung through tree branches and approached the Uno forest caves, reputed to have protected the village children and women during the tribal wars. It was told that during the war, our enemies followed the running villagers to the caves and were slaughtered by evil spirits. It was also said that the hearts of dead men inhabited the caves during the times of peace, and no one dared take refuge around there. I had no time for thoughts; I just ran into the shelter of the rocky caves and hid. My pursuers came to the rock clearing and stood for a while. It was unusually dark, as the wind had taken the evening, and the clouds hid the sunlight. The thickness of the tree leaves also made the clearing gloomy. I watched the strange men circle, picking their steps one at a time, listening to every twig or branch that broke and to every insect or bird that buzzed. Then something happened.

I heard a growl, a resounding roar from the cave. I saw the strange men tremble in great fear. The growl came again, and the men fled from the rock, howling like women and dropping their machetes as they ran. I left my hideout and ran for my life too. I sprinted like the antelope trying to escape from a hungry leopard. Tears had long dried up; my fears have grown to greater dread. I felt my heart pound in my chest; it seemed it would explode. I was at the mercy of something evil, be it spirit, beast, or man…

To be continued…

Africa culture/tradition

The Baobab

I tried drawing this evening and this is what I made. I call it the Baobab tree.

The Baobab is an iconic African tree. It’s a symbol of the African Savannah that can survive in arid regions. The wood, barks, leaves, fruits and roots serve as food, drugs and raw materials for man and animals. The tree itself provide shelter for anyone who comes to it. It’s also known as the Tree of Life.


Pirate ship by ‘Jindu Iroegbu

‘Jindu paints another image. This he identified as a pirate ship sailing on blue waters. There are birds enjoying the sea breeze. ‘Jindu likes The Pirates of the Caribbean and other sea faring movies, maybe this influenced this painting.

Sometimes I wonder how it feels to go on a sea voyage. Thanks to ‘Jindu’s painting, I will resume work on my sea adventure story.

Good night from West Africa.

Poetry Series

The Witch’s Lair

Once there was a traveler, weak and weary,
Fatigued with the burden of travel and bag on his back,
And many tiny painful stones hiding in his shoes
He carried a bag which held a guitar for he could play
But faint was he, clinging closely to his life,
Hoping to see an inn or a well of water
He sang all the way and so he was exhausted
Evening was fast upon his heels while
Darkness; a vile and unpleasant creature
Which found joy leading tired travelers astray
Clung to every signpost he passed
The clouds gathered, strong winds rehearsed,
Further away, the road walked away from the man
Casting shadows of smoke rising from chimneys
But when he came to each bend, it was rocks,
Huge rocks sitting all about the open field
Adding to the fears the traveler’s heart held
In the growing darkness, he finally found a place
So with his final strength he dragged himself to the door,
As a silent prayer left his breath, then on the wall he leaned
Grasses stood at this doorway with patched gravel
And quarried stones lay littered about, carelessly
He thought someone was counting, counting numbers, numbers…
Then the door flung open!
Alas a miracle, he cried
A young lady peered out…
She brought out an arm
A leg, then other parts of her body followed
In instalments…
“There will be a storm soon, night is here
And if the rain storm came, you won’t find your way
Stay. Come in, have some warm tea… ” She offered
Surely great winds, the emissary of the rain came
Followed by lightnings that tells of a coming storm
There was little time to think, so the traveler went in
During the night it rained heavily, the roads were not seen
Pieces of grass, torn from plants squashed at the window
The house lamps glowed in the thick darkness
Rain drops beat up the window, roughly and hard
But the traveler took fancy of tea and lady’s beauty
Then as he laid his bags down, a chord struck on his guitar
Reminding the traveler of a story about trust and strangers
So he refused the lady’s warm bath offer
And will not take the nut bread she gave too
Lying down at the window, he observed the open fields
From whence he came, he was glad he found a place
His eyes gave way to slumber and he almost slept off
Lightning cracked up shaking the wall, cold kept him awake
The fire licked the wood in the chimney when sleep worried him
No one could say though if the lullaby came from rain
Or from the sugared tea cup offered by the lady,
He thought he saw a fiery creature in one of those lightning
And decided to keep himself awake through the night
“What’s the matter?” The lady asked
She must have perceived the traveler’s unease
”I get fever in storms, do you mind if I played my guitar for a while?’
”I don’t mind, so far you won’t get me sleeping!’ the lady laughed
So the traveler pulled out his guitar and stroke the lines gently
Closing his eyes he began to sing as his fingers worked,
He sang of the crazy fat frog which stole a pretty maiden’s voice,
And the poor orphans who got lost in the Wild woods,
He sang of the three cunny wolves up the rock cleavages
And the pain of traveling alone…
As the rain’s cold grew, he sang the tale of love
Taking his time to romance his guitar’s chords
Finding true words to fall in with the rhythm
And before he could raise his eye the lady was fast asleep
Snoring away, in her sleep a knife dropped from her dress
So the traveler played more until the morning sun
But as he woke the lady to bid her farewell,
She became worried, blushing at the traveler’s bye
Wondering why she slept so long
The traveler found his hat and bags
And before you say Jack was on his way home.
Surely, a man’s gift may save his life

Africa culture/tradition Nature

Visit Africa: Safari

Safari is a term used for expeditions to observe or hunt animals in their natural habitats. It has a Swahili origin and it is commonly used in East Africa.

You might want to consider Safari as a holiday option. There are beautiful things waiting for you to enjoy. The misty sunrise and magical sunset will baffle you. The swift flowing rivers and numerous mountains will entice you. There’s diverse wildlife, birds, flora, something for everyone to see and reflect on.

Everything here has a touch of gold and if you are a nature lover, you should consider making Africa your second home. Don’t take my word for it, come see for yourself.

Do you like to see the sun rise and set in a land of variety and magical wonder? Africa welcomes you.

#Kenya #Serengeti #Wildlife #Africa #Uganda #Kilimanjaro #EastAfrica


Sunset captured by Robin Bliss

Beautiful hues adorn the skies when Robin captured these images.


Night rains

Darkened clouds bark with dogs
When surging winds sweep through
The hamlet and nearby forest
Flying rain drops turn deep bass
Blowing out the sticky candle light,
Wrestling with tree branches, shaking window frames
Twisting away, undressing tied curtains
As the rain drops play on the glass
Ghostly lightning snap across the skies
Creating alien signatures on the dark night
So the hamlet enjoy their peaceful sleep
When mountain cold blow down the valley

Africa Nature

Amuse: Slow School Bus

Where’s that slow school bus?


Destiny Community School, Zambia

Doctors, accountants, lawyers… These are just some of the dreams of the students at Destiny Community School in Zambia.

These underprivileged students love going to school. Help them continue their education. As you’ll see, they have bright hopes and dreams for their future.


Africa culture/tradition education Love and Christianity


Every child deserves to be loved. Children can be at their best selves when loved and would reciprocate this act while growing. So if love is lacking in the society, it may be that people failed in their first duty to love. A man who lacks love was once a child who knew no love! A child will become a lover because he was loved. Love allows personal growth and self discovery. Let’s ponder over this.


Say it now: for Yemeni children

Say not your voice has no power,
For we listened and heard you speak from radios,
And you spoke of many things, that helped not dying souls
They say humanity is not defined by guns nor skin
But look at kids wallow in great pain for no reason

Look not another way while we die
Lest violence infect all conscience,
A raised finger may halt a machete or bullet
But if all grow no fatigue in being silent
Remember humanity does not watch another die


Today I saw horrifying images of children starving and on the brink of death in Yemen. It’s very painful that in a sophisticated world, which had conquered deserts and ocean depths, with advanced science and technology, expeditions to the moon and other planets, we can’t find a way to settle disputes without throwing blows. Then we are still primitive in civil matters. Shameful indeed.

Please help me put out a word to end the strife going on in Yemen, Syria, South Sudan, Cameroon and wherever man is found.

Africa culture/tradition Igbo culture

African Proverbs 14

Consider this proverb from Ethiopia; The mouse is silent while laboring, but when the baby is conceived, she cries.

education Lessons from Experiences


Gratitude reigns over might or gold,
It is greater than reputation, profits sold
It gives reverence to all, young and old
And makes every thankful person bold

Africa Nature

African Wildlife: Bongo

Bongos might be the largest antelope in Africa, but they are very timid. They scare easily and will run away and hide when frightened.

Africa Nature Poetry

Haiku: Evening tide

Fast falls the evening tide,
Kids play on tree branches
Squirrels watch from holes


Nature’s simplicity

Grey skies, morning wakes to roosters,
Gold spreads across the cloudy horizon
Morning was just Nature’s simple character



There’s always a companion for everyone. There’s someone to confide in and share issues of life with.

Friendship is characterized by love, sympathy, kindness, loyalty, generosity, forgiveness, altruism, mutual understanding, compassion, trust and ability to be oneself and to express one’s feelings.Even Africa’s wild agree that everybody needs a companion, a friend. Do you agree? ☺️

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Good morning from West Africa. It’s Friday and a bright new day. I wish I can throw a poetry (blog) party!

I’m very grateful to all my followers. I see your comments, likes and suggestions. Honestly, I’m happy knowing you are out there. It means a lot to me, Imeela!

Let’s do more.



Hope is a smile drawn across faces. How happy they are with hope in their hands!


Image from Fiverr


Shepherd Lore

Dusk is messenger of sunset, birds fly away, hills sink,
Fireflies become touches to guide the Shepherd through
hills and valleys; nothing troubles man and sheep more
than the thought of warm wool and smell of hay


African Proverbs 13

The moon and the stars are not above us, the Earth is on the other side of our feet.

-Moroccan proverb

Africa Nature

Happiness 3

Do you know that Africans in general, Nigerians in particular are considered the happiest people on earth? Believe me, there are many things that can put a smile on your face in Africa.

Happiness comes from the inside. Check out the image of a happy African girl.

Africa Nature

Human – Animal Relationship Awareness Week

The goal of this week is to raise awareness of the importance of human – animal relationships and highlight the benefits and variety of these special bond. Whether it’s a puppy, giraffe or a caterpillar, all creatures deserve our love and respect.

How will you recognize the holiday? Raise awareness, pay extra attention to your pets and furry friends and sign up to volunteer with one of many nonprofit organizations that offers incredible animal care volunteer opportunities.

Africa culture/tradition

African Proverbs 12

Here’s from Bahumba people of Congo: To engage in conflict, one does not bring a knife that cuts but a needle that sews.


A haiku of the night

Howls and barks from sad dogs,
Full moon, cold grips the quiet night
When silhouettes walk the lonely streets


African Proverbs 11

This is a Bambara proverb: No matter how long a log stays in the water, it doesn’t become a crocodile.


Happiness 2

Here is an image of happy African children riding their wheelbarrow. Happiness is free. 😊

Do you find joy in simple things?



A saying goes that for every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. Also, there’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

I learned that contentment grows happiness and joy bears no grudge, considers not mistakes or failures. Consider the little happy boy. It’s fulfilling to find joy in simple things. Do you agree?

Africa culture/tradition

Diary of a Village boy: The Leopard Spirit 3

The next Eke day, I was sent to buy provisions for the family. Dada gave me £2 for food and medicine. The money was enough to buy things that will last for a week. The Eke market sold once in two weeks, and many people, traders, artisans, and technicians came from far and near to buy and sell their wares. At the gate, I met Nene holding Ndien in a leash. Nene and Ndien, her mischievous dog, had always refused to accept my plea to stay in the compound. Nene always wanted to be an escort each time I had an errand.

“I told you severally, Nene; it’s not safe through the forest path. Besides, I must walk fast; you two will slow me down. Please stay back. I will get you some chewing gum when I return.” I tried to persuade her.

“What will you get for Nidan?” She asked, hands akimbo. I knew it was a no, so I tried to grab her. She was slim as a cassava stalk; she wriggled away from my grasp and ran towards the bamboo gate. Ndien followed his mistress, wagging his tail triumphantly. I returned to the hut to report to Dada, and when I came out, they were nowhere to be found.

Perhaps, they must have gone to the other compound to play or sit with Mama and other village women at the palm oil mill. I shrugged; good riddance.

The walk back from the market square was long. I recall seeing different birds bother my lonely thoughts. Sometimes a lizard raced across the bushy path, and rabbits peered from the cover of bushes. I laughed when I saw two beetles fight over caked cow dung. At a point, I noticed that insects, grasshoppers, spiders, crickets, lizards, rats, and other rodents were trying to escape from something. I looked up; there was no sign of fire nearby. So I decided to investigate. I was close to the bush path when suddenly, a black mamba shot out of the grass, and I jumped to let it pass. Ah, If I had jumped like this in the Village boys’ Jumping competition, I would have won gold.

Ijele, the soldier ants were marching, which explained the commotion. They consumed any living thing that stood on their path. Humans even dread Ijele ants. For men, they crawl up your genitals and then send one howling for air or water, or both. I also heard that during the war, prisoners from other villages were tied and fed to them. I strode back a few feet and traced the Ijele line as it led through the forest towards my village. Well, I hoped Dada and other men were around to see that these little rascals cause no harm to our livestock or community.

At the forest junction leading to my hamlet, I saw three men standing by the roadside. They spoke in low voices. They wore strange waist clothing and their bare chests smeared with white and red chalk. On their waist hung tiny queer painted beads and calabashes. I thought of the headhunters Dada told me about. Those who their job is to kill other people for rituals or revenge during wartime. I stopped on the tracks and tore a leaf from a nearby palm tree. I slowly mumbled, “the na image again, amam.” (What I don’t know, won’t know me). Then I proceeded, marching boldly towards them. One of them turned to stare at me and, seeing the palm leaf on my mouth, said something to his fellows, and they quietly left the pathway. I marched, and when I was a few feet away from them, I heard a sound…

To be continued


Dancing in the Rain

Joy is dancing in the rain… 😊🤗🙃

Have you tried this before?


Africa Nature

Herd of Elephants

A group of Elephants is called a herd. Elephants are herbivores and peaceful animals. Sometimes writers call them “Gentle Giants.” They are found all over Africa and are territorial.

Elephants are social animals and love mud bathing. Most of their day is spent grazing. Their diet include barks, tree leaves and roots.

Here’s an advice: if you ever face a charging Elephant, do not run. If you stay put, it will turn back from you!

**African Image


Granny’s Compound by ‘Jindu Iroegbu

Here’s another painting from ‘Jindu, my little brother. He’s amateur but I see talent.

This one is named “Granny’s Compound.” He explains why: “Whenever we were at Granny’s place, we had fun and played under the trees. Granny’s place is small but her heart is big, she accepted everyone.” Granny’s Compound was a melting pot, people came to her for advice and provisions and she shared the little she had. God bless her soul.

It takes imagination and creativity to come up with this and I love the simplicity.

Africa Nature

Peace of Mind

This image of an African child portrays Peace of mind and Contentment. What do you think?

#peace #contentment #joy #happiness

Africa culture/tradition Igbo culture Nature

Nature: Best Vacation

Nothing heals faster than Nature and this healing feeling is unexplainable. It’s something everyone should experience.

Most vacations should include moving away from hustle bustle and noisy streets of familiarity and town.

I can’t say what works for everyone but if you need inspiration or thinking space, I recommend travelling to the countryside, where serenity and Natural things abound.

I shot this video in hilly Ovim, my hometown. I’m so much in love with natural places and hope to spend more time in the countryside.

Have a beautiful weekend everyone.😊

Africa Nature

The Spotted Hyena

I was awed the first time I saw this animal. That was during an excursion organised by my secondary school to Songhai Redemption Centre, near Owerri, Nigeria.

The spotted Hyena, (Crocuta crocuta) is Africa’s most common large carnivore. They have excellent night time vision and hearing and usually bear litters of two to four cubs. Cubs begin to eat meat from kills near the den at about 5 months, but they are suckled for as long as 12 to 18 months – an unusually long time for carnivores.

Hyena’s don’t roar like big cats but have a distinct laugh. They are reported to have the strongest jaw on earth. One bite from a Hyena can cause a big shock to its victim. Their major competitors are Lions and wild Dogs. While they compete for food and space, it’s common to see Hyena’s gang up on lonely Lionesses and wild Dogs gang up on Hyena’s. It’s like a game of thrones! Other big cats, Leopards and Cheetahs stand no chance with spotted Hyena’s.

Buffalo, zebra, antelope, wild boar and other animals make up their diets. Hyena’s can feed on all body parts; flesh, bones, hair, hooves, horns and vegetable matter. They are savage and can attack people and livestock. Yet the greatest predator to this animal is man.


Image by African Wildlife Foundation.

Africa Pastoral

Haiku: Tropical Fantasies

Sun rays, sea breezes; gold and blue fantasies,
Twilight muse from clouds when evenings approach
Noisy monkeys play beside the raffia palm forest


A poem to my Childhood

I like to watch the sunrise
So early I rise to fly my kite
Clouds are my playground,
I look to the sun to see her smile
And to the butterfly that dress in fine colors,
I dug a pole for my little mast on the sand
Waiting for the moon to rise again
I hoped and waited far into the evening,
And when she came I took a stroll with her
I danced in the evening rains
My hands grabbing as much as it could catch
The rain laugh at me, but I won’t care
So I wake each morning to play
For home gives pleasure and happiness

Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral Poetry Uncategorized

Sound of Water

My poems are like sounds of flowing water,
It tells of no serious things in particular;
But little of people that wash others’ feet
And the wild that call green forests home
It talks of fauns that hide in crevices
And dreamy waterfalls, happy to fall with currents,
Rushing, flowing in streams and rivers,
Out of sight, far away from our hamlet
Planting green seeds on all dry earth
And sometimes playing sounds
Under tree logs, behind boulders
Mimicking a bird’s singing
So that birds stop to listen
Your love is a balm to my heart
A healing elixir, refreshing my soul
For each time I lay beside humble waters,
I see streaks of sun rays escape through tree leaves
As beautiful sounds of water play a melodious tune