Eche Ononukwe Poems
A Witness To The Forgott'N
In one silv’ry night,
when the eyes of the moon peep’d thro’ the sky
while the sun had her eyes long shut,
ev’rywhere turn’d night and silent.
Save the owls who cried to awake the silence,
rodents pacing to and fro searching for fodder,
and the toads croaking to arise the dead.
There, where all men lie low still,
his image plac’d on his grave, smiling;
smile that seems to ask me:
Why have you have forgott’n me so soon,
me that won a medal for my mum and dad?
But before I left, I ...
The Fringe Of Our Land
Long, long ago
when, they say, we liv’d in huts,
in peace and in plenty we dwelt;
then came those ov’r-ripp’d pawpaws;
sermons, they preach’d