Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Author: Oke Iroegbu

  • The Legend of Wawadomea: Cannibals of the East

    Far out the lonely seas of the Indies Our maiden vessel sailed Hitting the strongest winds Surfing the wild oceans And at all times; bumping into the skies In this quiet piece of the ocean A strange sea of some sort Where there stays a blue sky An evenings journey with the Cods A short…

  • Childhood Harmattan

    I wonder why I miss the harmattan Why it is yet to come Why it stays in his cloak Shy and letting the rain bully him I miss the smell of dust cakes And our delay in burning the grasses So I can see the fumes dance to meet the sky And why we ‘stay’…

  • Breaking the Kola

    God our tryst makerOur lover and He who knows allChineke m, ke bi nigwe!Maker of the UniverseHe whom fetches water with a basketTo disgrace the bucketHe who whips us with one handAnd consoles us with the otherHe who stills a raging seaHe who made the Kola nutThe King of all foods!We break the Kola nutThe…

  • A Haiku of Love

    When there was love I saw the clouds Clear as the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste

  • Anne Frank

    See how the blue skies smile Watch the sun fall beneath the cliff Greet Le Chambon when you pass by Thank all for their humanity, corn and beef I wonder why the Vegetations are green And all beautiful beans are green And should our hearts be black then? There’s no whit of sense in it…

  • Sleep, dear Eyes

    One evening Of wild winds, Earths rumbling stomach And delightful rains A hot dish of fried stew A long warm bath; the aftermath Of a long journey Streaks of lightnings Through the glassed windows Aptly, the neighboring Pines sing A warm welcome Of familiar smiles Hopeful, radiant and inspiring A clumsy, sleepy night In warm…

  • Poetry from the Skies

    There was poetry up in the skies before we learned to write Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong winds might Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned down by the clouds As such when it sings the green vegetations all bows There was poetry long before we learned to walk or hear Drums that…

  • The Fisherman by Robin Bliss

    He sits on the dock Peering intently into the water Hunched over Rod in hand Line through fingers Waiting A study in concentration The waves are lapping The sky is blue Sun is shining The white sand Yet He sees not the beauty He stares into the water Seagulls fly around Fighting noisily Over food…

  • The Lone Wolf

    Slowly tis moon surge-by Two shades join in harmony As the door sides creak Allowin’ the cold airs To filter in calmly Blind winds blow boldly Dogs bark and whine And the pines call Fear knows not himself Yet a dark cloak Sweeps fast across the lane Creepy and with leaps Takes cover behind the…

  • Poetry

    Now poetry was passed down Long ago; thru a cloudy band And the lightened grey galaxies A mix of matter of time and climes And down it came To the swooshing trees And the singing waterfalls Passing thru some medium On a trading South wind venture Via the wildest rides of Nature Thru rivulets of…

  • It Rains!

    We’re baked in the sun For a longtime now The clouds have been idle See tis tiny threads pound the sands Wait for the colors to turn grey The heat baked us Burnin’ the body Almost on the verge of touching the soul It springs forth Smell of watered dust Like the Eastern salt Moulded…

  • Africa!

    Africa my pride! Land of the Lion… Africa my light! Land of the Nile river… Africa my dream! Land of the Kalahari… Africa my song! Land of the Quasa drum… Africa my hope! Land of Mqobothi beer… Africa my joy! Land of the Lagoon city… Africa my love! Land of Suya skewers… For Africa With…

  • Viva Africa!

    Africa –my pride The land of husker corn Barley adorn your lengths And date palms embellish you The coasts in your waters Glitter with mother of pearls Signifying your just blood Salmon glide on in its might The land of Quasar drum And the… palm beer Your calabash is full of sorghum And millets grounded…

  • Traveller

    I know an old man Who likes sitting by the streets Ragged he was And always smiling too With cracks here and there He was called a lunatic I cant say, I wont believe that Knowledge he has For he told me stories of brave men Of great tribes on the mountains and hills Of…