Paddle runs to the waterfront
and Water returns to the paddle.
But strength loosed, strengthened on.
crays, shells, shells, crays.
Mama' 'pogo' the winkle Togu' 'send both paddles to one hand' mama said.
Each on each, she pitched.
The wood smokes cigarate and the 'oporoko' is on the altar.
The 'upolu' does gymnastics in the basket. all are acids on the fire.
Palm oil from 'Ama-ogbo
fresh and dry pepper melting like snow.
Stubborn ‘'Ugbono'' to the deep
another hammer to the deep.
Gradual neglect of white maggi,
modern theme, her kitchen complete.
Fish bones and shells
sacked to sweep.
It is the gallop in the sea.
The fleshy bones of reptile
Mama-kitchen-tricky.
'Ogu soup' fully vegetal
Healing combine funeral.
THE END
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keep on writing i can feel you from so far away..... we can share
A Nigerian poet. Your pen is that of a patriotic citizen. AnAfrican child whom loves his mum's pot. Pen on minstrel!
Nice write on African pot. You are tempting me to go back to the root to have a taste. Kudos
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, it's a powerful write, , , , really excellent.. 10******** Rose)))))))))