Egburegbu Soup With Teeth Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Make me the food of the future,
An Egburegbu soup with teeth and mouth;
So that I can unveil the butterfly's teeth,
The palm of the sea can have a taste also,
That Egburegbu like the tears of the hungry sky.

Give me the food let my head rotate
Like the rotation of the earth on its Orbit;
Whose unshielded body light up the world,
The Egburegbu soup could water my tomorrow
In appraisal to my home country, Nkporo.


Make me the Egburegbu with mouth and teeth,
So that my stomach can be happy
Visiting the home of unsatisfied men;
Whose stomachs crave for more Eba to dance with.
'More Egburegbu soup, more Eba, more tomorrow,
More of pretty body that can radiate the world and purge away its sins of lack and backbitting'
All scream with their pantless mouth.