A Hidden Bard Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A Hidden Bard



Anyanwu, Ihekaire, Onyema, Onyeka, Onuwa, Igbokwe and Akalonu;
The roll call from my past to tell you a story;
Chikwe, Nwagbraocha, Chioma, Obidike, Uchebulem and Nnkiru;
I am the hidden bard to all of you;
But my presence is untold for a reason.
My hand is the handmade of the Creator but,
Do take me to 'Umueze' to look for my lover;
For, i am from Ikeduru.

I am the hidden bard to you people,
And from Umueme to Umuehihe to tell you a story;
For i lost my identity to the Bushmen some years ago.
From Umumkpe to Amamba,
And from Umuagwu to Umualumaku;
Of the floating faces of my identities lost in the drain,
But today i am in thwe rain telling you this story.

The hidden bard,
The mind of a floating bag at sea;
For many are they who ares till searching for me,
But my love is what they need to seek for.
I am real and living among them but,
For how long should i spell out my name for them?

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