The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
...
O Eledumare, great Creator divine,
Whose power and wisdom made all things in time,
The sun, the moon, the stars that brightly shine.
...
Starry night unveils its cosmic symphony,
Celestial bodies waltz in harmony.
Moon's gentle glow, a lullaby for the soul,
Unveiling secrets the universe holds.
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In the echoes of forgotten tales,
Africans dance to foreign beats,
Their feet entangled in alien steps,
Their souls swaying to borrowed tunes.
...
On the soil where resilience abounds,
Nigerians tread on hallowed ground,
Amidst trials that never seem to cease,
They find solace in smiles, a cloak of peace.
...
Abdul Quadr Oluwaseyifunmi Ojenike, a Nigerian poet and playwright known by his pen name Seyi Ojenike, is a passionate wordsmith with a talent for poetry. Inspired during a summer school program in Festac Town, his love for writing was nurtured by his teacher's encouragement. Graduating secondary school as the top student in multiple subjects, Seyi pursued a Bachelor's degree in Criminology and Security Studies after briefly studying law. Currently pursuing a Postgraduate Diploma in English Language, Seyi draws inspiration from literary giants like Wole Soyinka and Niyi Osundare. With a burning desire to contribute to the literary landscape, Seyi aspires to earn a PhD in English Literature and be opportune to contribute to academia by teaching in the English Department of one of Nigeria's prestigious universities.)
The Children Of The Spirits
The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
But sometimes they return to the earth's mild,
As spirit children, pure and undefiled,
The village mourns the loss of a child.
They come to live among us for a while,
And bring with them blessings that are piled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
Their laughter and play, so unrestrained,
Bring joy to the hearts that have been pained,
The village mourns the loss of a child.
But when the spirits come to claim their child,
They must return to the realm they once defiled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
Yet we know they'll come back again,
As spirit children, pure and without stain,
The village mourns the loss of a child,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.