We all have some inner beauty—be it light, goodness, or gold dust; shine, sprinkle yours wherever you go. It will be said that such a person walked here once upon a time.
Tag: traveler
Traveler
The traveler is like the sun Which traverse the length of Earth, Seen her people, food and cultures He is like a blast of the wind Blowing cold and hot at times And fine dust is his companion The traveler is like a compass Searching for North pole Seeking gladly new lands The traveler is… Continue reading Traveler
Ever Searching
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Traveler
The traveler is like the sun Traversing the length of Earth Seeing people, and their cultures The traveler is a blast of wind Which blows hot and cold, And dust is his glad companion The traveler is like the compass Searching for the North pole, Seeking lands that come along The traveler is a fancy… Continue reading Traveler
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… Continue reading Homesick rhyme
Welcome to Akara
When I was growing up I was fascinated each time we traveled to the countryside. It was fun as I could query the roads with my eyes and count palm trees as we went. Welcome to Akara, the biggest town in Isuikwuato. The name may sound familiar to Nigerians as it shares same pronunciation with… Continue reading Welcome to Akara
Musing: Traveler
By the foot of the hills he stood to look back Waving to images, thin from the long distance I was among those thin images that stood afar Watching as he disappeared from our glance He had left stories in our mouths and hearts Taught us that we must leave the quiet village, To learn… Continue reading Musing: Traveler
The Countryside
Evening airs bring blessings to the sleepy hamlet The cute hut chimneys churn out thick smoke And the smoke scatter once they meet the wind The smoke suggest cooking food; fresh cabbage With cooked brown beans and fried Salmon Which was caught in the early morning, Just off the hamlets quiet but great rivulet The… Continue reading The Countryside
Musing: The Railroad
Iron metal Crisscrossing Dragging through the dust Like the snake, iron snake. Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go, Crawling through the urban and rural; The countryside with her quiet forest The township with her hustle bustle The clouds are free of you They watch your snake lanes Cockroach through rocks and tunnels… Continue reading Musing: The Railroad
