Christian Tobechukwu Okafor (September 4,1987 / Nnewi, Anambra State, Nigeria.)
A Journey With Love
Beholding the early rise I arise
Feeling new life in my spirit so nice
The waters of my belly gaily jogging
The solemn airs of my lungs coolly humming
My lively eyes outstretched far before me
What a pregnant journey I see 'fore me
Oh, my Lord, your aid I beseech
For my daunting journey to reach
For my banana hungry Monkey Monk dances by
But no, I cannot lend for my tummy not to fry
Oh, master, give! Nothing's lost of a candle
In the act of lighting a sister candle.
My feet I push on; my eyes cast onward
Then, gassed out in the fast descending dark
I halt to rest my heavy limbs and head
My weary eyes saved from shutting adead.
Lo, again, Monkey Monk flies anear
For my jug his hands thrust out to bear
To fully wet his cracking throat before mine
Just only a quarter remaining for mine.
Awoken coolly under the blue-white sky
Been watched o'er by the princes of the night sky
I strengthen my will for the remaining steps
The crown lying at the last step of the steps.
But why now I meet this hungry lion
To snatch my breath almost at the Zion?
Oh no, Monkey Monk cries out to me:
Hold thou my tail and fly thou with me.
The animal king's trap just escaped I from
Lo! Staring in my face is this formless form
Oh no again! Whimpers Monkey Monk from the trees
His legs I clinch so he ferries me through the trees
Oh, Monkey Monk, how so great I must owe as my bill? !
No, master, my throat you wet, my belly you filled
While my tail you clinched and my legs you held
Thus, we have paid our bills; love pays all debts.
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