Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: folk

  • Why Fairytales Matter – Slides

  • Legend of Wawadomea: First Wave of sails

    There are dreams I like to forget. These dreams came, went and when I wake I find myself still wallowing in my own reverie. These dreams gave me illusions and changed the way I perceived the pirates. After the quick fight with the cannibals of Juren, a small island off the coast of the bigger…

  • Kindness: The Lion and the Mouse

    Here is one of the oldest and best loved stories of kindness paid and repaid. From it we learn that compassion lies within the power of both the mighty and the meek. Kindness is not a feeble virtue. One day a great lion lay asleep in the sunshine. A little mouse ran across his paw…

  • Grandmother’s Table

    Good evening everyone. This story was adapted from the Brothers Grimm and I’ll like to share it with you. It may be that the older we get, the more this story will mean to us. But we should learn it while we are young, for the sake of the generation coming before us. We should…

  • Moonlight

    Spherical white gold With memories impressed, Up the dark skies Riding on the clouds And sometimes to stand To light the woods, And the vales and heights Creating bold- Caricatures of trees, Images of the land The moon light Gives illumination To the world at night So the clouds may glow white

  • Once upon a time… 

    Once upon a time you preferred the silence to my love Then trees leaves fell, they fall quietly and so you went Once I held your hands in deep love and we walked the paths,  And you told of our future but now you will not see me anymore We played together, you were my…

  • First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown 2

                                                Summer had a lake which shone with the sun light The shivering of the waters were seen even in the nights By the roadside were carts drove were green and yellow flowers And at…

  • Amuse: Poetale of a town boy

    I have become the village belle Just that in fact, I am not a girl Nene was so good in eulogizing me She sang of my praises even when I did nothing She told the villagers about my escapades in the city She told them of my big eye glasses and how it fit my…

  • Rainmakers’ tales: 2 tales of Oke- Iroegbu

    When I am not making the rain fall And flood the villagers huts and farms And to make the river banks overflow So that the forests pathway is swampy And the great crocodiles are washed ashore; Then I will be watching the glittering stars And talking about the stars, the night and moon Well, the…

  • Folk: The sunny Forest

    Once in a quiet sunny forest The cruel Sun starved the Earth And her little furry inhabitants Of drinking water and comfort The Owls & Wolves yawn in hunger No one was able to decipher Why the Sun brought her asunder As all was thirsty for water The forests dwellers hatched a plan One of…

  • The Old Man and The Bulb