A Voyage Across The Land Of Biazowa Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

Do not be bothered by the barren burdens of
Your hocus-pocus horrible homily tonight, it is
A nitty night wonderfully wovened around
The charming spells of the radiant magical moon.

Make not your heart ache in pain over
The actions of your deserted lover, whose
Robe shines gorgeously like the glorification of
The beauty-full rainbow.

Tonight, make sweet grins and
Florescent smiles robb off your worries about
The horrendous happenings in your
Wonderous woozy world of war, as
I take you on the wings of the the whirling wind
To pay end-less adventurous homages to our father land...

The elegant East says me 'bia',
and I answer with 'nnor nebna'.

I see rivers runnig and oceans moving
End-lessly in the Delta like the salient movements of
The saling seas...
At the heart of Onitsha and Aba market squares,
I see people from different tribes and clans changing goods and golds, and
Creativity that spans spaciously across endless generations...
I see men sipping palm-wine from the hollow of their calabash.

I see Adekunle confessing his love for Obianuju, with
The rays of the shinning stars, and
The calmness of the whistling wind bearing a lingering witness.

The gargantuan North bids me 'zoo', and
I say 'ina wurin'.

The memories of northern sphere make me quake, and
Quiver softly in heart.
I remember;
The Kaneem Borno Empire and Sokoto Caliphate...
I see flavouring flutists blowing out sweet soaring sounds and
Tendering tunes from the reeds of their phonic pipes,
On the acreage of lands that transgress beyond the borderline...
I see shepherds leading their herds across fields, and farmers
Burying seeds to fight the needs of our decaying domicile.

In my presence, Muhammed makes puzzling promises
To Wuraola;
He vows with the foundation of all planets, and
With the kingdom of his weighty heart, to make
Her happy at the expense of his breath.

The people of the westernized West says me 'wa',
I voice to them 'Mo ti de'.

I cherish the Oyo Empire, and
The mythical minds of the Ife Kingdom,
I give to the Alaafin and Ooni a celestial homage.
I see green vegetations blessed with divergent crops.

At the center of the market square;
I see Alaro, the one that makes fabrics beautiful
With her skill, Across
The lane of the streets, I see Ayandolu the son of
Ayangalu, the great descendant of Ayan rubbing his
Palms on the face of fur, and making the people rolling
Their waist like tyres.

In the innermost part of the City;
Emeka makes his love for Awelewa
Known to the wider world, he pledges
To be in her nation even at the crack of
The earth, and to sail for her the deepest oceans.

These make my soul rest in Utopia;
As I see a nation better than the grudges of
Tribalism that barrens its past,
When the wall of love will surpass the war of clans
A land blessed with humans that unite in their divergence...
As we all envisage one and a better Nigeria.