Friday, Happy Oyamenda

A maiden there lives, at the foot of the sea. She goes by the name a virture-Endurance, who my preying eyes caught at the west wind. She loves nothing in the world, except me, as my soul delights in her. My heart's knee is bent before her anaconda love. She has no self left, no fears, no wants... Nothing, except me. Divinity's eyes must envy her & me; for my eyes have made religion of her. My gusty love for her enchants the winged seraphs of Heaven....
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What eternal emptiness
Dances on the stage of time?
This shadow
Hanging over the one
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Oh Princess Oseghale,
A tale of smile
like sparks
Of a burning amber;
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here comes the jubilee song
as the jingles of last season fade

as time ages
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One night I lay on my back, gazing at the old scruffy ceiling of my room. Only one thought kept pushing its way through my righteous mind: DEATH. What would happen if I didn’t wake up from this odyssey of sleep I was about to embark on? Would I be in Nirvana with God or rot hell with the Devil? Would I meet loved ones like Bilkisu, Michael Jackson, Kessienasce or even our beloved president, Yar’dua? I watched these questions sailed away unanswered.

I woke up this morning with an achy thought of you. I looked for you in the photographs but you weren’t there. Then I walked to the faculty, I saw the imprints of you on the people you touched. I felt your ever refreshing fossilized presence on their faces, remembering the good old days that wrapped us together; the sadness and the happiness, ups and downs, your naggingness and your crude jokes…
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1 I drove into the yellow
Setting sun and watched
The big blue sky narrow
The sun into red perspective
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… Bathing dully in his pains, he collapsed. He was rushed
To the hospital as his situation at the moment demanded. It was quite obvious that his life like a nightmare of a stinking blackness, as of a running river, was running out him. Awakening into a wave of blinding pains, he restlessly feared the end of the beginning that now governed his body.

His body quivered in disbelief, eyes turned sore; for sanctuary suddenly became a morgue. The place that cradled him tenderly now burnt in fear and discrimination against him.
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Effects seen globally
Yet causes not explained orally
The sun slays the sons of men
Countries run short of pottery contents
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When darkness terrifies the day
Who listens to the sobbing hearts of the trees?
When the childless night weeps for her child
Who understands the pregnant night?
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Gently, gently
Goes the blood moon
Who believes the iron message,
The unsaintly Zion story,
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