City Of Kings Poem by Uche Nwanze

The City of Kings


Igbuzor, a land of Kings
Igbuzor, a land of Beautiful brains.
Igbuzor, my ancestral home, a land of the
best dancers.
A land with beautiful voices that rents
the heavens. I dance to the beat of the
okanga. I hear the drumbeats of children screaming kpakpalude.
I marvel at the wild frenzy of the iwu
procession from Umuodafe to Ogbeowele. The crowds gather to watch the mavericks of
the ohene in umuogwo.

The bevy, Oboshi welcomes you with open
hands. Okpuzo opens her mouth and sings
with gaiety.
A land blessed with unique flora and fauna.
A city endowed with mortals with cerebral
sagacity and the gift of the gab.

The boisterous Eke welcomes strangers from the ends of the earth, from Adaigbo
to.Ezechime, from Ahaba to Okpalani, from
ani idu to the banks of the river Niger. They all take the long exciting pilgrimage with their wares on their heads. You'll never visit and leave empty. The vivacious Okpulukpu feeds all and sundry from the rich harvest of ani and they leave with their baskets full.

Isufu ogu ju nni, she will abandon her
food at table to fight the cause of her
children. A brothers pain is everyone's
pain.

I hear the sweet clarion call to her sons
and daughters near and afar.

From Umueze to Ogboli,
From Umuekea to Umuwagu,
From Umuhea to Ogbowele,
From idinisagba to Ezeagwu,
From Odafe to Ezukwu.

A land of the best wrestlers.
A land of industrious farmers.
A land with brave warlord.


From nkata to isikisi
From ezemese to ogbodoakpu, her charming voice resounds.

Igbuzor, a city blest yet scattered like
the sand by the seashore.
A people united yet divided.
A people so rich yet in penury.
A land so great yet dwarfed by discord.
A city blessed yet cursed.
Brothers at daggers drawn, at each others throats.
Fathers at loggerheads with their sons.
The young ones have forsaken the path of
hard work and Honour.
They have taken solace in the arms of the underworld.

Umejei cries out in melancholy to his sons
Igbuzor, wake up from your slumber.
Rise up from your cocoons and be the giant you are.

Igbuzor, we are isufuogu ju nni, we never
leave our umunna behind, cos his pain is our pain. We are igbuzor, the city of Kings.