Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Category: Pastoral

  • 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…

  • 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,…

  • 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…

  • Tradition: Iri Ji Festival

    Let us pray (ka anyi kpe ekpere)Nna anyi, we gather againTo celebrate the New Yam!The King of all cropsWhich you blessed us withThe crop whose soft tendrils crawl,Through our fine, fertile soilAnd carries with it abundance,Greatness, joy, peace and love!We celebrate the forests You tillOn our behalf,The greenery with shrubs and treesWith every fruit that…

  • Thoughts on Africa 2: Education

    The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character – that is the real goal of education. – Martin Luther King, Jr Education is vital for individual, community, and national growth. It is a key tool that can drive social, economic, and political transformation across Africa.…

  • Wealth of Summer

    “The flowers blossom in magnificent desires The tree leaves are greener, and the airs milder But are all these, the only wealth of the summer?”

  • The Shepherds Tale, another

    Night approached silently again And to the shepherd it was time to retire A time of his loneliness, a time of his daydreaming The Night  was the shepherds only companion She brought with her a galaxy and some fresh air And a bouquet of country music from the other locals When the shepherd laid down,…

  • Pastoral: The Shepherd

    Aye, he stayed in the vast wild lands alone, With only the bleating of sheep as his song And smell of grass and dung as his perfumes The singing of birds play him sweet hymns And his friends and companions are mother Natures abundance Under the trees, he sits to play a song for his…