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Poems For My Website

          POEMS FOR MY WEBSITE

‘’A good poem is like a good meal. It takes the cook considerable time, close attention to prepare a decent meal’’

AFRICA

(Dedicated to Frantz Fanon)

The Beginning

In the beginning God created the earth

On the earth God created Africa

In Africa us, God created black

                 For us blacks God created darkness.               

 

 

              Ambazonia

I took a walk on a Serene Sunday Morning

When life was visibly pale in all living matter

And walked along the Mungo banks; where I sat

On a log to dream the lazy flow

As the river rolled lazily along its bed,

My ancestor’s anguish tongue cried ‘Ambazonia!’

And cast on me a spell, like the charm of a goddess

Touching was that utterance from his charming tongue

That so brought the dreamy world to life

And tossed my gloomy heart from its sick temple

I threaded through wild bowers till I sat

To lend my ruffled mind to their free world

Fallen leaves wet and dry hailed Ambozonia!

I retired to my little hut and dreamt

My perturbed heart cried Ambozonia;

Night and day I stood to mourn Ambozonia

And Sang and danced Ambozonia

At dusk and dawn I laughed and cried

Tides and times have come and gone

But now I must arise in tears and go

To skip and hop in search of mine – Ambozania

(1995)

To my Last pair of Shoes

We have trodden this earth

These last six years or so

I salute your courage, my friend

You must have called me trash

Because I couldn’t afford a new pair

Yet we trekked the land together

And every door we knocked

They called me Good-for-nothing.

Tired of raising dust in the dry season

Weary of splashing mud in the wet season

Jaded of crushing and squashing stones

You now look like and old fishing canoe.

Remember the scene at the Personnel

When he ordered me take off your shoes

And when I did, you stunk like shit;

He had thrown you into the garbage pit.

Unchained Jim was dashing forward

Nose up and tongue howling like a wolf

I sprang to my feet and like a deer

Made away with you, my aged friend

Think of the ticks and jiggers

You rescued me from them

I’d soon become a leper.

Hold on then, for our days are numbered

We’ll visit the cobbler the umpteenth time

With more patches, he’ll mend the leaks.

So you shall play the canoe

And I the canoe man,

When we paddle home from this dark bank

This news shall we bear to them there

That pharaoh despised Joseph’s Counsel

And let fat cows devour thin ones.

And here, black rats invaded our store

Fattened their bellies; grew wild like beasts

And destroyed the communal barn

The storekeeper, Master Giant Rat;

Like the rich merchant, Bishop Hatto

Chose to burn beggars for rats

Like a Lizard descends a palm tree,

We will go, untimely though, with nothing

And nothing to call ours to bear witness

Ecowar

Africa grows bald like an old monkey!

Sahara grains fly into her eyes

Whisked by bush fires and loggers

They shave her bare and ashes and

Saw-dust veil her like a widow.

Sandy Sahara like a gigantic Sore

Spreads Steadily un-vulnerable

On another front West’s sewage vessels

Assail her rivers with foul waste

Eco-bombs beget eco-plagues!

And yet on another front

Allied demagogues fan flames of

Civil strife between kin and kith,

Massacre tales go beyond Cape to Cairo.

(2011).

 

     A call to Arms

Behold, she’ll bleed to death!

Our kin, our root, our land

Let us weep, and weeping

Strike the ancestral war-gong;

The tongue that binds the kin

Must weave the eternal bond

Here is cause to sweat and bleed

To propitiate ancestral spirits;

To us they bequeathed these orchards

That some statesmen gave away forever

Tribulations have we borne

For more than many decades

Have they no cause to rage?

Of good wine we had surplus

Some old baboons drained it all

And squashed our calabashes!

Now they kindle flames of arson

And fan them wild to rake the fields;

The land bleeds; and we too bleed;

So let us weep, and weeping,

Saddle the old war-horse

And call all to arms.

 

Home

Shall I ever remain same

Forever a homeless creature

I have wandered in this wilderness

Ever since I knew myself

Like a fish out of water

A snail without its shell

The scorching sun has dried the marrow in my bones

The numbing cold has frozen the blood in my veins

And the harsh winds have made cracks on my skin

Every track I take I am called names:

Anglofou, Biafran, Allogene, Come-no-go!

I shall seek for my home

The land of my forefathers

The fellowship of true brothers

Their welcoming eyes and smiles

For my shelter and protection

Away from the autochthons

And their New Deal Republic

   Across the Mungo         

Across the Mungo…

     ‘T’s hard to tell

There’s darkness thick-

Makes it coarse to walk.

    A foggy nimbus

Thicker than industrial soot

Blankets the timid rays.

   Then a flicker…

A little blaze from painful Strain

Is swept away at twilight-

    ‘T’s better so they say

‘T’s hard to say.

          Home

Shall I ever remain same

Forever a homeless creature

I have wandered in this wilderness

Ever since I knew myself

Like a fish out of water

A snail without its shell

The scorching sun has dried the marrow in my bones

The numbing cold has frozen the blood in my veins

And the harsh winds have made cracks on my skin

Every track I take they call me names:

Anglofou, Biafran, Allogene, Come-no-go!

I shall seek for my home

The land of my forefathers

The fellowship of true brothers

Their welcoming eyes and smiles

For my shelter and protection

Away from the autochthons

And their New Deal Republique!

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