Comments about Akachukwu Lekwauwa
The Empress Of My Heart
If I wait by the well of water,
Then I could stand till the end of time.
For we are passed the age
When maidens go out at evening time to draw water,
But I am persuaded by the new millennium,
Rendezvous at big-trendy-crunchy places
With the loft of Kilimanjaro.
Surely, she abhors her man riding on a camel
He is wanted inside the cushion of modern exotics
Her high and pitcherless shoulder
Nothing to lay down to quench my thirsty soul
Yet, her name is Rebecca.
Obscurely I might empty my treasure into her bare hands.
Once a nervous man,
Isthmus Of Pain And Joy
Bitter cold on one side,
The joy on the other kept blood
From freezing in our veins.
Darkness on one side,
Light flickered warmly on the other.
Tears covered one face,
The other went forward with laughter.