Saturday, 15 December 2018

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WE WILL WALK THIS CONTINENT AGAIN, WITH PRIDE




The fire crackling in my eyes has a rhythm,


which resonates with the storms we wrestled,


before we lost our paddle & before our boat,


broke into pieces. Tighten your grip, my kinsmen,


on this flaxy wind. Let every man ask his chi to


place him in the hollow of our ancestors’ skulls,


Let us all plead with the gods to make for us,


another paddle from their bones, for we must


get home, even if home is a land trapped in


the closed eyes of the dream which sat beside


papa’s bamboo bed when he told us about


the two rivers on nnem’s forehead, from which


we will never again harvest fishes, fattened by


flesh bits of a Benue boy, who chewed a plate


of bullets for late dinner. My kinsmen, let us


glide thru’ these waters. Swim we must, sail we will,


but sink we shan’t! For we must get home, even if home


is a dream, the blur dream of a famished lad whose eyes


were invited for a salad in Aso Rock while his drooling


mouth is tucked away in a blanket of darkness, as he


spends another moonless night under the Lagos bridge.


Please lift your heads above these ebbs & read the words


on my tongue, for it is Ala’s scroll & Agwu‘s map, 


both will lead us home, to the land where the rain of love


will fall on our fathers’ backs & erode the scars of the


Biafran War & make the lushness of our lawn to return with


all its elegance, till we walk this continent again with pride.




nnem- my mother


Ala- an Igbo deity of the earth, fertility, creativity and morality


Agwu – an Igbo deity of health and divination, and one who explains good or bad.




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