Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 5 (Fata)

    When I reached home that evening, it seemed like the whole world was turned upside down. I felt my head swell as the bee stings and sharp roots hurt my foot. By the side of my bamboo bed Nene and her dog sat, staring at me. She held my hand and squeezed softly. I saw…

  • Love Challenge 9

    I love to stare into your eyes That’s my favourite place to be

  • Reflection: Sad Evening

    I sit outside the house alone. It’s hot inside and few hours ago our house was filled with people who came to pay their last respect to my late sister. I’ve been busy, mentally and emotionally that I hardly had time for my physical self. People who knew me observed that I lost weight. Three…

  • Love Challenge 8

    Memories flood my big head But I find it joyful to say few I count myself graced for your love

  • Love Challenge 7

    You are loved and admired I am your biggest fan and friend You are God’s gift and love to me

  • Love Challenge 6B

    Your words become silent lyrics to my soul When every evening we lay in each others arms Letting our thoughts roar with the warm fire Dreaming, resting by the fireside, away From the world and her noisy hustle

  • Love Challenge 6

    The hair on your hands are like reeds That flourish by the river side Light chocolate is your skin colour

  • Love Challenge 4

    You make my heart merry In my dreams I see your face And wake to your beautiful smile

  • Thoughts on Friendships and Personal Autonomy

    I received several messages from close friends, complaining of the way their friends or partners treat them. I tried to see reason from different angles so that I can make an impartial judgment. Being right is not a guarantee that people will treat you well, and returning people’s favours is not ideal too. Well, we…

  • Love Challenge 3

    The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to your amazing smile Your glittering teeth, oh splendor of my soul

  • Love Challenge 2B

    I don’t care what people say I admire your soul, your drive Your spirit and how you love me I love you back, that’s what matters

  • Images: Growing Up

    These images show children having fun in the African countryside. I can relate to most if not all…

  • Love Challenge 1

    Your words are sweet like honey Freshly taken from combs off tree barks And melting in my lips, like butter on fire

  • African morning

    In the morning the mild golden sun rise above the huts and hills Painting the corn fields yellow and making the streams shimmer Upon flowing rivers it glitters, till the dead end below a tree root Big fishes stay ready to strafe up to pick insects off tree barks In the hamlets, dogs chased cats,…

  • You all, my Valentine…

    You’re very special to me and I love you 💓💕😘. Happy Valentine. 💝💜💛💟💞💙💚💗

  • Your Smile

    Your smiles are good therapy, they tickle my soul It takes me to great heights of love and brings me joy When you smile, you remind me of the rose flower, The parting of your red lips, a memory to cherish In your beautiful warm smile I find unspoken love, It showed me untold and…

  • Homesick rhyme

    |. I’m coming back, that’s my happiness Tell the strong boys and beautiful girls, Get the boys to gather much wood And the girls to sweep the compound I have got many stories for all, haha So get ready, our nights will be longer! Go on, run along now, and tell them ||. Tell Mama…

  • Let’s take a walk

    Let us take a walk through the pine forest, Under the cool shade which she provides, Through the path where tree leaves form a cushion And a place where squirrels make their abode Let us walk pass the dark shrubs in the hot noon, To feed our eyes on mother Nature’s wonders, Through lands where…

  • Muse: Life

    Quiet breezes roam this evening, I let my weary mind stroll with it, Walking it down these streets of life, And reflecting on life’s true meaning, Aware of seasons, of sowing and reaping, I wonder if life come in such seasons, And when stars die, if they fall off from heaven Or if there’s such…

  • February Harmattan

    Harbinger of Sahara, king of the queer dust I hail you! Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display there works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us very strange attires, ghostly ones We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust, Why you paint all; flowers, careless…

  • Home

    Home is where dance classes are unconventional, where meals are sumptuous and delicious no matter what. 😋 Home is cute smiles and beautiful memories and faces; green grasses and blue skies. 🙂 Home is happy hugs and pats, joyful and sometimes sad stories, when things change, we still end with it. 🤗 Home is a…

  • Reflection: Friendship

    Friendship is a beautiful gift. True friendship drives away all sort of fear and loneliness. It’s even said in myths that trees feed each other through their roots. So there are benefits to networking and keeping true friends. Note that friendship is central to human survival and that humanity thrives better in community.

  • Muse: My Prize

    My songs are for you, Darling you’re my prize And I’ll run to the finish line

  • Humane-ity

    I arrived school with headache as I was stressed from doing many chores and sleeping less. I was a nanny, a mother, a father and a guardian, all put in one. Also, Jindu was sick and I nursed him. When my mom took my sister to the hospital, I had to prepare Jindu’s meals and…

  • Tungan Maje By Michelle Basil

    Our relationship with family and friends, with our immediate environment and passion for others makes us human. Michelle Basil is my guest this beautiful and sunny morning. This is her story. Michelle believes that simple things in life matter. She is a lover of outdoors, sunshine and trees. Her favourite spot is Tungan Maje, the…

  • A shepherd’s song

    There’s a song known only to a shepherd, When evenings come and the sun light fade He sits with his sheep in the barnyard And plays the guitar through the early night Hounds howl, but his lyrics reassures his flock Stars gather across the sky to listen, he winks at them And when he retires,…

  • Tales of the Wildwood: The Beginning

    Let me tell you about this poetale which was before “Summer returns” and journey of the Ice King who traveled away from his love, the Great Mountain. Winter brought her cold blanket and all living things knew not what to make of her appearance. *** Once upon a Time It was winter And a night…

  • Lullaby

    Evening breezes are swift lullaby From the distance Burning grasses sigh Bats, owls hover above Tiny insects welcome a starry night Crickets quiz themselves While the mantis scavenge for a bite Still this airy night is very young

  • The Waterfall: Sounds of Water

    I stand to listen to you, sounds of water, When birds fly above the green shroud And small fish glide in the green current When the waterfall sing a proud song Mother Nature sings and wash her garments on rocks, Happy girls and boys wash and sang along Pigeons, egrets, partridges and wild ducks All…

  • Thoughts on Life 1

    I believe that life goes beyond what we see and what we see teach us a lot about our existence. I have met people with black, brown, yellow and white hair. I see blue clouds, sometimes grey, other times white. I have seen big oceans, small rivers and little creeks, lived in big cities and…

  • Cat Poem by John Hollander

    I saw this and thought I should share it. Cat Poem by John Hollander, first published in 1984.

  • Green

    Green is the color of life,Of dew descent upon tree leavesAnd branches,Of forests blessed with floral thingsAnd many beings that fly on wingsAnd plumages

  • Two Poems: By the Poolside and The Shepherd’s Muse

    1. By the Poolside By the pool that stills my soul I watch the slow tide drift by My song goes high pitch When a catfish disturb my tranquillity 2. The Shepherd’s Muse Glad that the night brought pleasant airs The shepherd lay to recall the day’s stress Crickets chirp, the night is very young…

  • Africa: My Idea of Love

    You are my idea of love The sun rising behind these hills My morning dew and muse, The songs I sing in my heart And my secret joy and happiness You are an elixir to my bones, The unseen muscle behind When I lay unsure of myself You play strings of my heart To make…

  • Bad phone

    Hi guys! I’ve a bad phone and this is affecting my writing. I won’t be regular as usual. Later…

  • Palm Trees

    Like a tropical masquerade she stood With hands as long and spiky fronds And breasts as red fruits, ripe and Fresh snacks for all who come to her feast Long are her strong and tiny roots For she stands as firm sentry and greets All that journey through the quiet hamlet She hides behind hills…

  • Reflection

    Fast falls the evening tide in Ovim. At this time of the day thick fog descend from hills surrounding our village. Tens of thousand incessant voices converse in low tones. I’m confused on which to listen to. Evenings must be a time of reflection for every creature. It’s even more exciting to sit among them…

  • Little Feather

    Dreams are not for you little feather For you must fly and soar above all, Above those who may delay your sails And across thick forests and arid lands Which are nobody’s foe or friend I am jealous of you but wish you well So wave me a bye, spread your wings, And let the…

  • Morning view of Uwaoma Hill

    Exotic view of Ugwu Uwaoma! The pathway leads to Umukwu, my granny’s place. This morning I was privileged to pass through this ancient hill. Around the hill are ponds and streams. There are Catfish and other species in them. I will visit the farm later to collect some wood. I heard there’s a stream before…

  • Dust of Locust with Steven M Ross

    Okechukwu Iroegbu: A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors were left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross: Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does…

  • Happy New Year

    Morning of 31 December: I helped process cassava harvested from our farm. You might notice I haven’t been regular since new year’s eve. It’s part of my duty to work in the farm when I travel home. Processing cassava is a hectic task and I tend to sleep off each night without writing or reading.…

  • Uwaoma Hill

    There’s a hill standing against my path This lonely morning, part of the cold forest Birds sing in trees, when sunrise in the mist Green and brown grasses escort my twisting path

  • Giant Moth

    I met a fluffy looking insect In the cold early morning Resting by the door step Looking comely and pretty And I said “What a beauty!” He looked rude and saucy For he twisted to a corner When I spoke to him Kept mute and ignored Then I knew he was also proud Sunrise, lizards…

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  • 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…

  • Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 3 (Headhunters 1)

    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…

  • Positive Attitude to Life: Gratitude

    Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happened- John Miller. Be thankful for all the gifts of life. We can hear birds sing and…

  • Why it is important to have a plan in life with Piere Ingrams.

    Piere Ingrams says replace bad habits with good ones. From Ohio, USA, Piere takes us on why it is important to have a plan. Good morning from Africa!

  • Thoughts on Family

    Sometimes things change, but we begin and end with the family. Family is everything. It’s the final bus stop for every one. Please think of the prodigal son who returned to his father when he lost everything. Here are some notes on what to do to keep positive relationships with your family members. Don’t let…

  • Making most of Love 1

    Singles and doubles, you can recall how it felt, loving someone especially when it was reciprocated. I always wanted to share a thought on creating happiness for loved ones. Here it goes. Your spouse should be the first point of joy and happiness. Celebrate each day you spend with him/her. Always tell them how happy…