Daddy And Our Memories - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
Days have gone, yes even years have gone by, others have forgotten but we the Last heirs of Onoja Godwin Okojokwu knew they still hold on and alive in our memories, they are indeed alive till we fall still and low in the domes of time
what about our father-Onoja; he lives in us, what about the forgotten hero; ofcourse he still lives in our mind, we still hear his voice, his angry wrath, and still gentle smiles... we still know his legacy yet we own ourselves that he live in our hearts and flow in our bloodline...if only the dead could intertwine with the living...if only they can see the teardrops and flow of ebble memories...if only they can watch us from the staircase of heaven...somewhere above these mirage clouds... if only they can gaze at us from the stars or perceived us from the winds...they could have say hey! ! hey! ! stop there...remember my legacies...
Yes we remember the days of Onoja, the one whose memories now curdle in the cold arms of grave...the passion he carries, the one who work tirelessly and beat his chest with arms that never rested...
We are the gifts he sent to Idobe, Ameju, Odokpo, Okpoga and Idomaland....We are the dream and hope of every common man that ever lived and thrived in Idomaland.....if they ever tell our tales and firms of success...let them remember the men that spat us out to the world...let them say we live and walked with giants....let them say we lived in the time of Onoja Okojokwu Ojo...the true champion of Idobe - Odokpo.....let them say we are the heirs of Awoybe...the half breeds born of Ichama and Okpoga....the true sons and daughters of legends....let them say we roar like thunder...we boiled and shake the fist of slavery....let them say we re-wrote the story of our fathers....daring the bound that stopped them...going beyond our ancestors.....let them say we killed what killed them and lived in the shadows of their memories......let them sit in snatch of squeal and remember in their hearts these memories....lets us remember Onoja in Gombe...hearts of Bajoga...what about him in Gangere Jos, Main market....picture him in the days Jos Crisis, the tension and plight of 2001...How about Onoja in spring fall of Idobe on his suzuki bike....Amidst him in Odokpo...in Idobe and Ichama....days of Ipole Ichama...Ichama Centre....Oma...Apkapa...then the days of Ameju the great city where he remains......the time of farming; life in Adopi...Abagana and Opotor....Time we remember Ideme spring, Ornipi, Okpokwu and Abosa.....How about Agric...the birth place of Konami...the Life of Methodist church.....woe time is a slut...full of swings and chapters........Onoja your beloved wife our mother Omada misses you so much...she hold your yesterday...she hold our today...we pray she see our tomorrow....she say alot about the life and time well spent with you
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