Nostalgia Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Home in Emu
where the Children run around
And there is laughing in the ground
Home in Igueben
Where is pride on every faces
Faces so exciting
Igueben with a king so glorious
Home in Benin
Ain't no home for me
Home in old Edo
home in wounded knee
Home in Irrua
Home in Uromi
Homes I will never be.
Away to see the blue ridges of Irrua
Heard the bird of Emu's air
And visited Okoemu's grave
At dusk stood expectorating
In Oria river
And walked the hill night
Of Ukhuema's river
Many memorable nights in Esan West
At midnight Ambrose Alli
And a lonely girl across hidden haven
The dark and mysterious Ubiaja
And Okhuesan at dawn
Then Emu's field again
And St. Andrew as ever
In its great valley cloud of afternoon
The muddy cobbles
The ancients shrines
And the aged long Catholic church
The grass and the farms
The endless poem
By night Emu,
Emu field, Emu black cows
in the secret wides,
crackerbox town with
An utor river for the boarderline
Of ohodua.
Dawn in Ugun
Usolo rangelands that climb
up to the hills of the Omende night.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu