Samson Onmeje: When They Returned to An Empty Home

WHEN THEY RETURNED TO AN EMPTY HOME

Except for the foot steeps sound of grasses,

Which danced to the ruffling tones of the air,

everywhere was calm,

as calm as the dead abode

or minutes dedicated to him.

When they returned to an empty home,

Mother weeps flaying her ebony flesh

with stones of the earth,

Father in manly lamentation

shook his head in rhetoric despair;

"ai-yin boh?"

"my children too?"

up to the sky he searched for hope;

"Adam, in kwu wan to laboh".

"Father, unto thy hand i commit them".

The time they left no one knows,

even the cock in its ringing voice could not tell,

they have since gone,

but in the arena, struggling foot prints of children

protesting their innocence and contesting their priceless freedom,

and the big toe-less foot and tobacco smell,

that fouled the air of roasted games

paint the picture of painful memories

that lies not too far away in the corner of the past.

The echoes of banging metals,

the cry of tortured slaves,

who still live in illusion,

ignorant of the reality of their new status,

but hanging on to a lost, pampering up bringing,

that has been stolen by time and voyage across the endless sea

is the story of their cubs conditions.

In the friut farm they sweat,

longing for their root

of milk and honey

Okibe, Samson Onmeje

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CANDLE IN THE DARK

Woman,

The candle in the dark;

Man,

The mystery that is the dark;

Love,

The lighter that lights up the candle;

 

God,

The creator that made them all,

And made them beautiful. 





 

The poet strongly held belief that all things created by God is beautiful. Hypothetically speaking, man cannot say a woman is inferior in any form.

Refrence to the biblical account of the process of creation of a man and a woman. If a woman is inferior, then the raw material used in creating a woman is inferior. Ultimately therefore, man is inferior.

The poem also single out these words - woman, man and love. The poet gives God credit for making these three things beautiful as players on the field called life.

Okibe, Samson Onmeje
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OFFERING TIME

O Great Valentine 

It's offering time

I have come with a basketful

of red roses,

I have come with bracelets 

of a queen as your offering.

Juno, from the smaller and bigger branches 

of the tree of my heart 

Sprang rivers, streams

And water ways for only you 

To walk through. 

Introduction....Welcome Aboard

I love this English dictionary definition of life: "the span of time during which an object operates".

Going through life without an impact is what makes the grave yard arguably, the richest place. God, the giver of life, expects us to make maximum use of it (John 10:10).

The opportunity created by this platform is dream come true. Like the proverbial servant that buried his talent, hustling for a living has been my greatest distraction.

A man will live a wasteful life if he brings no value to the society which he lives. In the light of the above therefore, literature, as the vehicle of life becomes a ready medium to express this value.



I dedicate this work to my invisible helper - the Almighty God; to God's gifts:  my supportive and loving help mate, Martha; to my bundle of joy - Jaden, Kayla and Roy; and to all those who will float with me on this poetic voyage.

Free your mind and enrich your soul - come fly with me!... Don't allow your view die with you. Your flesh will rot, your spirit will return to your maker, your legacy is the echo of your voice.

Welcome to my world .... a world of "spontaneous" overflow of powerful feelings of noble thought in beautiful languages.

"LIFE IS SHORT, UTILIZE IT BEFORE IT MELTS TO NOTHING"