Ebuka Prince Okoroafor Poems

Day shall come
when we will be free
from darkness to light
from the shakles of stray dreams
...

Let me sing of you my dearest Obiageli
of this reckless penchant that enslaves my lot
of your pride well clad in upright dignity
of your smiles that outshines bliss, Obiageli
...

Mon ami, mon ami
that's what the French call a friend like me
Mon ami, mon ami
that's what the French call a friend like me
...

Should i be born again
Fresh without a silver spoon
When i'll escape this comfy world at noon
And yet wish for this moment's boon
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When the sun runs its last lap
its thickest rays diffuse through scanty cloud clusters
darkness subtly evelopes
and a crystal star blazes
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