Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Nigeria

  • My humble land

  • The City: An Elegy

    They call her the Peoples Elephant Yet it sits sprawled like a mad man Eating the debris of waste for nutrients Driving the cattle mad so they scatter Breaking the peoples will and mind Into a million strange atoms So that the Elephant is left in Ant pieces The Sewages are dirty, messed up The…

  • Sunday light in Uyo

    Arise and shine Arise and shine This morning brings to us Fresh dry airs, severely cold With dew strong like smoke Rushing thru the glass window In a fresh bust of race, To the green fields of meadow Strange paintings the dew draw Throwing up busts of free air One of sweet vitality and life…

  • A son of the hamlet

    I was born and bred in a big city But nought interests me More than a quiet life Which the serene hamlets give I was the king of the jungle With maidservants and menservants And a great sand house Filled with sand-made yams Commanding the mango fruit To fall for my noon delight And the…

  • 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…

  • Come this thunder, 1967

    Come this thunder When the nights glitter with explosions The resemblance of firecracker carnivals And as the rattling for supremacy Is heard from heartless machine guns Spewing seeds of destruction Upon unfortunate children and men ‘Kwaa-pu kwaa-pu kwaa-pu, unu dum!’ ‘Leave here,’ the agents of death say Flying limbs, headless bodies and chaos Destruction to…

  • Aba, The Enyimba City

  • Umudinja

  • Umukwu: In Cold Mornings

  • Harmattan

    The days are made beautiful by your glorious appearance, but when the sun rises over the clouds, the warmth fades away, and for men, faces become caricatures of disgust in the mirror. In the morning, even before the Sun rises, the sky and the pathways are filled with mist. The trail to the stream and…

  • The Stream, Kpere

  • Ovim, my homeland

  • Nigeria

    In the morning, the sun rises Above the horizons and cliffs And on the smiling faces on the farms The hope rises with the sun As the children roll out their bicycles To the tanned fields of the hamlet Followed by their pets, puppies and kittens A proud cloud draws a huge smile And on…