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Lions and Lionesses

Lions could be cute and cuddly,
But only without their teeth and claws!

They prowl the thick vegetations of Africa
And plains of South Asia…
With their manes as crowns
They rule the African jungle
They roar from afar…
And all tenants of the wild;
Deer, Elephant, Boar, Zebra
Wake to listen!

In the night, they set all ablaze
With eyes blood-shot
And paws ready to pounce
On any stray person…
They rule with clench fists
Crushing every opposition
Tearing opponents, flesh bones
And blood…

Commentary:
I always loved this cat, and thought of having to tame one as a pet. Are they not cute? Maybe not, when they are hungry. August 10th happen to be the Worlds Lion Day, so join me celebrate this exotic creatures of God.

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Africa’s poetale

Africa is a budding cocoon
A shy, fragile and cute butterfly
With shaky wings meant to fly
Living, in a desperate world

Africa is the gigantic tree
That grows by the side of the river
Shielding the lengths of the forests
And feeding the lifes around it

Africa is a mountain highly peaked
With white snows melting gracefully
And herds of Wildebeest grazing
Quietly down the grassy green plains

Africa is a mild song
That plays when the sunshine
At the beach down, down the road
With brown and white sand mixed

Africa is a dream
Waiting to happen
Hope of the generation
A scenic beauty of land and nature

Africa is my home
The hills of serene Ovim*
And the wild catfishes
That move about kingly and fearless

Africa is love
Community and family
Desires and joyful times
And the moonlight tales of the town

The Victoria Waterfalls is Africa
…The Veldt, the Savannah
…The Lake Chad and the River Niger
…The Lions and the Cheetah
…The Crocodiles and the Hippo
…The Elephants and the Rhino
…The Baobab and the Iroko
…The Zulu tribe and Igbo
…The Guinea and the Sahara
…The Oil Palm and the Shea
…The Orange and Nile River
…The Ashante and the Boer
…The Yankari reserve and the Serengeti
…The bushmens’ home and the Kalahari
…The amazing wine called mqobothi
…The Zebra and the Ostrich

Africa plays my fancy
And in such sweetness
I love my motherland

Commentary:
Ovim is in Nigeria and the poet hails from there.

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The Golden Savannah

Have you seen the African golden Savannah?
Come drive through dried brown grassland
Come bake in the heat of the sun
Come taste the corn beer, cooked by the locals
Come ride the horse through the wildlands
Come draw your name on the tropics beaches
Come and see…
The stray serpent, the Python or the Scorpion
The spotted skins of the Leopard or the Hyena
The foot paths of the giant African Elephant
And the herds of the colorful Giraffes and Zebras

The sun set is always golden
Painting the horizons with lively hue
The clouds are lighted with gold
As numerous birds fly happily home
View the amazing sights of the waters falling from the Victoria
Crystals of liquid jewel, playing joyfully in reckless carelessness
The forests are treacherous, but they beckon
“Come and see, come to me!”
Come run the hills and dance with the Masai
Come drink the waters of the Niger river
Come eat the sweet cassava flour bread
Come feel the hustle of the African metropolis
Come and never be in a hurry to go
The African golden Savannah calls to you

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Africa

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Oh Africa!
The land of warriors
Of Shaka the Zulu
Land of great trees and waterfalls
The Victoria and the Chad
the Baobab and the Iroko
A land of green forests
With many faun and flora
A goldmine, a pouting sky
The wonders of Nature
A setting sun in the evening
Have you heard the tales
Of brave beast hunters
Home with life boas and alligators
Or driven down the roads
Of a modern Jo’burg
During a night sit out?
Have you seen the crags of Jos
And the Ohafia war dancers?
Have you seen the Kainji,
Or the ever dry Sahara?
Have you been to the Veldt
Or taken a safari thru Kenya’s forests
To see the wonders of the lakes
The river Orange and Lusaka?
When the sun rises
Hopes all rises with it
Have you seen the mountain Kilimanjaro
Or a hill leading the way to Umukwu, Ovim?
Have you heard the Lion
Roar so close to you
Or the trumpeting of Elephants
Confused and staring at you?
Come taste the sweet wonders
Of mother Natures best dishes
Come explore the lands
Where the sun shines always
Come see islands of the Cape Verde
And the wildlife that walk on Africa
Africa calls you
Have you seen my Africa?

Pictures: from Jim’s African Page

Oiroegbu Halls

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Our African Heritage

The sun has risen with hopes
It throws its light on our faces
On our farms, and our homes
And we see our shadows cast back
Our African heritage comes alive
To do her best for all human kind
For all beautiful infants
For all that gives life
This is our own, our pride
From the Eastern horn
Carving on faces, smiles
Reaching out to hurt souls
This is our dream, our heritage
From the Cape of Good Hope
The rocks and all caves
The streams, rivers and waterfalls
Running over white shiny pebbles
With grace and love
For you all, children of Africa
Here, a citadel, a hope
From histories and endearing cultures
This is our future, our home
The Lions and the Elephants
The millets and the Sorghums
The home of blue clouds
And to all peace seeking men
Oh humble land, our love Africa
The home of Natures best
We are Africa

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Maker of Poetry

Now poetry had it all
A way of life, dreams and fancy
When we wake, it sings
At bedtime it comes around
In the fields, in the airs
On the back of the Camels
On automobiles on the streets
It is on the food we eat
Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’
The fishes knows about it
The ants do too
The Orange color is it
The Sky cut in blue and white bits
A song from the Scottish pipe
A strange lifestyle, though awesome
The Streams running hastily over pebbles
The Ducks sitting quietly over a quiet pond
The dark nights and the fiery growls of Wolves
The green woodlands of the Earth
The blue Whales horn
A crickets screech of cold
A dancing happy child
Oh, even a sad moan
But poetry tells it all
The roar of the Lionesses
Prowling the Veldt
Touregs, culture and humanity
A strong rendition, a choirs
A thought, a drawing, a painted one
The Zulu chant of victory
Over brewed mqobothi
Oh poetry was made for all!
The seeds of the Oil Bean
Dance about during the sky-fall
An Iroko on her prime length
Lets her branches romance the Cloud
The infants clog about the clay soil
The winds that traverses the Earth
The minute lifes in the Forests
The talkative green feathered parrot
Lakes serene tales and songs
Trees, of ancient poets
Waterfalls obscure voices
The Saharas whistling wind
Poetry knows it all
It is in everyone
Instrumentals play in my head
A poem thankful to God
Maker of man, Nature and poetry