The Poet On Stage Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

He stepped on stage, whistle & ululations bid him welcome, after a while
then he was encompassed by inexpressible silence, great anticipations from the audience,
words embarked to mold up from the palm of his mind, with a mic in his hand, they mounted up his tongue, as he prepare to begin his monologue with a lucid prologue:

Listen as i open, open the the muddy sac emanating dust to rise, borrow me your ears, & listen to the sweet noise in my voice, make no din, for this that i am about to recite shallnt be in the end, an epilogue of a poem unsung catching you by surprise...

he then flowed on stage where there was no river; I am, I am the message excavated inscripted in my forefather`s heart, an old rag napkin with no allure before your eyes, I am the infernoed light, to discern & open up your eyes, make you realize that you do not glitter while standing in the dark, I am no Jesus, , I am not perfect like heavens above, I am the reminiscent that lives with time to remind you that its life you should live & love for the clock is ticking, I am the cooing comforter, wipe away those tears & lay thine eyes upon mountains whence thy aid shall dawn, I am the short sent message to whirl about under the sky & tell you that the Lord hears your cries, I am a slave to words not troubles, problems, test & trials, I am the breeze blowing stealthy through your window to tranquilize you & tell you that the lord sees your tries & saw the strength you took to live & survive through each day, the lord will illuminate you therefore do not capitate, he will take away your feebleness & frail self, do not put your life on the shelf, life is about those who perish to nourish.

as with these last words said by the poet, they audience gave him a standing ovation.