We are like sheep. And they—Shepard
fleecing our pricey wools for sale
& turning back & loaning us the money
with towering interest rates

i am the victim of government

stranded here

in the plains of this wilderness

this wilderness they call Nigeria

An internal conflict---torn between culture and one's heart.
Though I hardly know you
Though I never met you
But your spirit calls to me
Excited!!! I leaped thro
Reached but touched a mist

The American dream of land flowing with milk and honey. The immigrants' rude awakening.

For my Sweet Mother who was snatched too soon!!!
Though you are gone, you spirit still lives. I love you.

The sting of death and the victory over death. A soul is released to eternity where sickness and disease does not hold sway. She is free and at peace!!!

Let me drum so even blind
Among them will brand your grand
And soften male chauvinism
Of which indifferent to your emotions

It has all begun
It has all come to an end
The end of this war and the beginning of a peace hoped for
Now I depart into the dusk of eternity
A place where so many have gone before
A place where I go now

Most of your days are spent seeking out wisdom, my king. It is the pride of God to keep things from men and a King’s pride in searching out the hidden things of God, he says. Once says the King, I sat at me father’s feet and I asked him:

On the eve of the great celebration, that day marking the birth of our civilization, that day marking hope for the empire and an end to all battles in the provinces my Lord, the King at his desk of study, his place of reference prepared his address to the people. As candles grew shorter and the night grew deeper my lord inquired of me:

The sweet breeze fans
The savory aroma of Grandma’s pepper soup,
Hot and boiling In the heavy, blackened kettle.
With the familiar smell of smoke
Piercing my nostrils. And the drone of her soothing voice,
I can tell That home is really.....

The loving words you say to me
Give my heartstrings a tug
And with your gentle touch
I feel an unseen force
Pulling us together, ...

You've been there for me
Throughout the years
You've given me courage,
And dried my tears

Farewell to thee, my cyber friend;
Our short-lived journey I must end.
On my screen you came, no song and dance
But by design or circumstance.
A faceless apparition was brought to life ...

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

She deserted me

Abandoned me

Ran away from me ...