Chima Njoku Ray (April 11,1981 / St Anthony's Parish Mpam, Ahiazu Mbaise, Imo State, Nigeria.)
When I was growing up in Okigwe,
I used to think of Okigwe as the town of rocks,
Until I went to Oduduwa's land and came back.
I used to call Okigwe the land of rugged hills,
Until I witnessed the reason why Enugu is called Enugu.
I have travelled far and near,
And today I have come back to stretch my back,
And I still hold onto my Okigwe
As the town of rocks and rugged hills.
And one thing more;
I still recognise the tarred narrow roads.
And still more;
The winding pathways.
And even though we now have the water boreholes,
I thank God we still have Okomonuwa the spring.
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