Daniel Ojukwu Poems

Slowly paced on mountain plains.
One step. Two.
Rickety and Wobbly
Stuck in an even mould memory.
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When the mornings are weak
And the colours outfade
Will the dusk
Will the dusk come soon?
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A once upon a saintly time
A saint, Sade was called
The apple of her mother's eye
A saint in flesh and blood
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"‘Mumbasa vuvu kabede',
Lungu kabenda.
'Mumbasa ne yom du ga be de',
Lungu Kabenda"
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