In the beginning, life in the tropical forests made more sense without man’s interest When man was afraid to bother the endless mass of green with fearful bugs and insects ** Strange as it seem, but the green tropical forest is a wonderland So much activity go on here, such that it is a distinct… Continue reading Life in African tropics
Author: Oke Iroegbu
HealingWithNature: Lone Snail
A photo shot from Imam Akpabio. Can you feel the tranquility and serenity the image shows? Well, ahead of us is a snail foraging his turf. The little stones must be the hills and the spaces in between his valleys! I must say this is beautiful.
Musing: Hollow Heart
Do you know many who had looked through this heart Saw nothing and left it hollow as it was? But you came and made me sing like a baby You saw the hollow in this heart, and filled it with melody I tap my feet, I call you my wife, you are my perfect rhythm!… Continue reading Musing: Hollow Heart
The Shepherds Song
Wild are her songs, wild are her imaginations For in the midst of hungry bleating sheep She could make songs that lift the soul ****** Taste of dew on the morning grass excites the herd So that they call out in ecstatic joy to the shepherd And she, noting the excitement, played hee wooden guitar… Continue reading The Shepherds Song
September’s Love poem
Time taught us love and to hold, With same time we grow old All that remain will be memories Of you, me: our happy, sad memories
Poetale: The house outside the city, Part 1
In a tiny house on the hills of the East Far, far away from any town or village A poor man and his seven little sons lived, The house door opened straight on to the hillside And all around were moorlands and huge stones And swampy hollows, never a house nor much human activity Wherever… Continue reading Poetale: The house outside the city, Part 1
Muse: Imaginations
First, it is good to know everyone has got the ability to imagine Whether you keep thoughts of failure or dream of a great win, All is possible and our minds must accept that which it is fed with Now if you must fly watch the Cranes, watch also the clouds, If you must swim… Continue reading Muse: Imaginations
August evening rain
There’s this joy that comes with event of an evening rainfall It brings life to the playground so the children make most if it Also, it softens the days fatigue, putting mild and cozy air in the heat The rain water serve as a natural bath, which washed garments and bodies The children dance joyfully… Continue reading August evening rain
Musing: The Hills top
I stand at the top, savoring this freedom Oh hear me, hear me sweet Freedom! I see the happy white clouds sail away, I see the black hawks circle above me, I hear the sound of talking, of machines, of the wild, altogether! I see mother Natures great painting tablet, I see the town and… Continue reading Musing: The Hills top
The cry of Harvest
Harvest seasons are pretty lovely times For wheat turn pale, then glitter like gold And roses grow even redder with the heat If the strong winds stayed a little more time Then the lawn will be filled with stray fruits; So birds with rodents will make a dish of some At each sunset, the farmers… Continue reading The cry of Harvest
Musing: Singina likes my Tales
“I remember your funny and lovely tales”, she yawned She continued: “You complete my day with your poems!” At first I wasn’t sure of what I did exactly, But as a shepherd I find pleasure writing away Telling of my travels, of my long days and how it ended Now, tomorrow I shall tell you… Continue reading Musing: Singina likes my Tales
The Hills of Isuikwuato
1. See these monuments standing to salute, to greet the great and small, From the top, the tree branches wave their way through the wind And down below, their roots, like men’s arms pop out of the ground Across the skies, just above the hills, light blue clouds abound 2. Mushrooms are the landlords, they… Continue reading The Hills of Isuikwuato
My birthday!
Is it not amazing I was born on 8.24AM of August 8th, 198X? I have all 8’s. Happy Poetic Birthday to me!
The Path
Many walked the path, many might never return Before the days go dry, the town will be half empty Many sought the way to gold, with so much energy That the essence of life itself is lost to the cause The outsides of the town show signs of wealth; Just by the gates the green… Continue reading The Path
I am loved
I remember the first time we crossed and how we looked at each other It seemed the whole world stood for a minute in my light brown eyes My heart beat drums when I sit close to you, my mind takes flight, away The world is dead to me, I keep wondering how happy I… Continue reading I am loved
Under the Tree shed
Smell of humus and dusts mixed with moist brought the joyful crowd, Small mounds of Earth with shrubs rising from them surround the tree To the coming night the evening breeze surf about, grazing her flock As soft fragrance from the nearby roses scent the arena, gathering bees Evenings are welcomed with smiles for it… Continue reading Under the Tree shed
August mornings
I have seen tree leaves twist in the air, as they dance to meet the earth Brown, some red, some still green; but all rushing to touch the ground The floor is littered, a gathering of old and fresh tree leaves lay on the dirt And why they fall, they won’t say, but when they… Continue reading August mornings
Isuikwuato
One wakes to the call of Nature everyday, with the sun ushering the day Huhuhu-lalala-kiki, all sort of songs welcome the sun’s golden streaks Crickets quiz, wasps and bees buzz, snakes hiss away, the clock ticked Familiar sounds echo, strong wind rushing through the high tree lines Underneath the vegetation, silent waters flow, but we… Continue reading Isuikwuato
The Countryside
Evening airs bring blessings to the sleepy hamlet The cute hut chimneys churn out thick smoke And the smoke scatter once they meet the wind The smoke suggest cooking food; fresh cabbage With cooked brown beans and fried Salmon Which was caught in the early morning, Just off the hamlets quiet but great rivulet The… Continue reading The Countryside
Poetale: The Traveler and the Witch’s lair
There came a traveler weak and weary, Fatigued with the heavy bag on his back And many tiny stones inside his shoes In his bag he carried a guitar for he could play well He fainted slowly, clinging closely to his life, Hoping to see an inn or a well for water For he had… Continue reading Poetale: The Traveler and the Witch’s lair
Muse: The Rising Sun
When mornings come, it blankets the Earth with her mist Then the bees must search for nectar as the flowers wait, The green and yellow hoppers stay in the sun, patient Eating the full of the land; munching at the wheat Unconcerned, if the farmer will have enough to harvest Then the warmth of life… Continue reading Muse: The Rising Sun
The Castle called a man’s Heart
Have you heard or seen the dens or prisons where free men were kept? If not, let me tell you about it, about the little details which no man told First, those men put their trusts in imaginations and false hopes Clinging to the mirror, others casted for them for self discovery The colors they… Continue reading The Castle called a man’s Heart
Lafia
Lafia when I looked up I saw you, I saw life I saw tomatoes squashed and gutted by the roadside And some tall mallams washing their legs and hands, With their faces to the sun, preparing for the evening prayers, I raised my eyes further, towards the East And lo, the route to home was trooping… Continue reading Lafia
Nature’s Forest
Take me to the quiet streamside, where no mans traverse, disturbs Take me to the land, where my eyes see the beauty of your love The sound of swooshing forest trees bring peace Actually there is no name for such queer tranquility, The amusement provided by the choral forest enchants And the sight of slow… Continue reading Nature’s Forest
Biafran Babies
I heard your songs soar through the thick forests, through the fields But the wind hid the song, your voice and your face from the world You were told to keep quiet, but if the hunger won’t let you from crying out Daada will have to drop you, so that the soldiers won’t find our… Continue reading Biafran Babies
Folk: the Warrior’s song
They call me Dike, yes! I ran the thorny forest barefooted, Even as the rough hills stood I danced in the strong heavy rain When the thunder graced the storm Dike na Dimgba! Odogwu!! The one who fetched firewood from the land of the spirits And threw the deity’s messenger in a wrestling match I… Continue reading Folk: the Warrior’s song
Colors
Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple…… Continue reading Colors
Amuse: The Hen’s tale
First she walks for a while and then turns to stare… She cackles, laughing at the appearance of these slim aliens Wandering about, aimlessly, pushing all manner of carts And wearing all manner of fleshy things that smell awful One thing is peculiar: these humans change their skins each day, And it is unclear why… Continue reading Amuse: The Hen’s tale
Blood in the fields
Blood is in the streams, Blood is in the fields, Blood no longer flow in my system Blood flow happily in lands Where they once swore to protect I thought that blood was meant to flow in me But when I looked down I saw blood trickle out of me I searched for a stream… Continue reading Blood in the fields
Night Rain
The night rain came swift with the surging wind, These two brothers raced through cold and cloud, Then the town center was left deserted, the road lonely But in the midst of it all, the neighborhood slept happy.
The Hamlets’ songs
Tonight I write of a beautiful countryside Nested in the forests, at the foot of hills in the East, A quiet place that taught me the songs of Nature And fed me with fruits fresh from all blooming trees! * In the morning, fine birds gather to build nests Their strong choral concert disturb the… Continue reading The Hamlets’ songs
Muse: Strings of Love
Will you know true quietness when you see one? Sure, I have heard the Pines sing a decade old song I have felt the touch of Agape’s own hands on my soul, I have watched as the waters rushed thru the stream And I have listened to my heart play strings of love * Your… Continue reading Muse: Strings of Love
Muse: The Storm
When the clouds turned greyish black with the ending day, What we didn’t notice was that the night came with a price And the price was a storm which we were unprepared for We dined, we enjoyed the sweet airs that the breezy night brought But when the first crack came; it was a shocker… Continue reading Muse: The Storm
Another Tale of the WildWoods
i Once upon a time, the night was cold and the snow lay thick on branches, On the forest lands, the road and the pathways leading to the village The cold gripped the whole community of fauna and flourishing flora, As the day ended, the night became alive with howls, hoots and screeches ii The… Continue reading Another Tale of the WildWoods
Ina murna (I’m excited)
The snaky road twisted, here and there Passing pockets of forests tucked away, And when it ended at the foot of Ugwu Uwaoma I saw the palm trees lead a welcome song At the foot of the hill a banner hung Bearing Mama’s poster and details… *** Now I stand before thee, oh great hill… Continue reading Ina murna (I’m excited)
Call me Summer
Call me summer; my days are sunny and hot, And in the forage you shall find, sweet fruits riped. I give tastes of fresh salmon cooked in coconut oil And a drink of wine to toast to the mild island heat * Call me summer for I plait the hairs of the palm trees I… Continue reading Call me Summer
The rainfall
i. See the rain drops fall, Throwing a rain party for all! The clouds wailed this evening But to the children it was fun ii. Under the rain, children danced Enjoying the freedom that it brought Lightning shadows on windows, mild cold But men hid themselves under the blankets iii. The clouds sang, the wind… Continue reading The rainfall
Tales from the Giraffe
Oh lovely tower! You stand above roofs and trees And graze on the wild Savannah You nibble at fresh tree leaves, And the whole land is yours! You visit our streams, majestically You stray through the quiet village And stole all attention to yourself * Nights are for the folk tales, Stories groomed in the… Continue reading Tales from the Giraffe
Flying to summer
There’s a symphony of joy! Roaring up the bright skies, Emissaries of the aging day Graceful flights to Africa! * Floating above the countryside Leaving the fresh, green fields Above the endless forests Keeping hope ahead * Each journey is an unknown promise, Somewhere between joy and heartache. But they must fly, the fair geese… Continue reading Flying to summer
Death of a masquerade
When the cocks wake the clan in the morn with their calls I remember you, your memories are like my room walls First, I must congratulate you for not dying completely For telling us why we must abandon the village for the city, For leaving the clans people with only strands of what you did, … Continue reading Death of a masquerade
Musing: The Railroad
Iron metal Crisscrossing Dragging through the dust Like the snake, iron snake. Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go, Crawling through the urban and rural; The countryside with her quiet forest The township with her hustle bustle The clouds are free of you They watch your snake lanes Cockroach through rocks and tunnels… Continue reading Musing: The Railroad
The Legend of Wawadomea
Verse 2: Cannibals of the East 2 The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That aye, I mean I Will be amongst this lot This people forsaken kind of clan Living the life of a sea pirate Out… Continue reading The Legend of Wawadomea
Folktale: The Animal King
Gather now; come closer Warm your hands, sit near the fire It is a cold evening. I have a folktale for you, And I hope it prepares everyone for a good sleep. Ifochakpi! Waa!! Once upon a time In a land far away Across seven rivers And seven hills Lived a clan of animals Then… Continue reading Folktale: The Animal King
The Pathway
Maybe I am lost, lost in the quiet Plantain forest Following a trail of leaves, to a place where I know not Maybe I am found, searching for my way to the top Walking hopefully to a place where better tree ropes drop * Maybe the path led to the dreaded Crocodile river Or to… Continue reading The Pathway
Folk: Under the Mango tree
1 Breezes and dreams are gifts of Nature to the hardworking villagers, After a days heavy toil in the fields of corn, yam and sweet cassava The men gather to drink the palm wine in the inn located by the mango tree, Heavy talks lead to soft talks as the beer sank into the days… Continue reading Folk: Under the Mango tree
Three musings: Evening, wet Earth and Love
One: The evening tide Fast falls the evening tide So gather around the fireside, Let us savor this taste of Nature; Her soft songs, breezes and lecture Two: The wet Earth The sun set before our eyes The wet earth is left to dry For the days heavy rain has left And with her, all… Continue reading Three musings: Evening, wet Earth and Love
I Dream
I dream Of you You I knew not… 1 I see the smoke mold your face, I feel your fingers pull my face softly away To the sight where rivers met and fought I feel the breeze whisper your names, Excitement won’t let me keep memory of it And when I look up, it was… Continue reading I Dream
Natures Tale: The Sun rays
* Take a walk in the woods, Dive into the envelope of tall tree branches Admire the tents that Nature erected Savor the teasing of fresh airs And watch the sun rays streak through the tree leaves 1 The canopy hides the shrieks and tweets Of birds and rodents Creepy amphibians croak out their hearts… Continue reading Natures Tale: The Sun rays
Joy
Your song echo’s in my mind Cascading into soft musings Dancing in my heart, I stare without words But my hands tap away with joy
Dead ivory
First it was horror, Watching a breath simmer quietly away Staring at the sight that her memory must stay And then, then the full reality sets in Today the useless tusk must rot with the carcass The body a meal to billions of worms, But the body and tusk, both are gone, wasted Tears are… Continue reading Dead ivory