OJUKWU

Yesterday, BBC carried a wail

Around the globe on its waves

That the lost battle-leader

That once upon our memory of peace

Proclaimed eastern Anagoland

A flag and anthem independent

Republic of FraBia

Joined the forever catalogue

Of anti-ancestorhood,

And I screamed, OH DOG!

 And now what remembrance

Shall the fireflies celebrate at night?

What eulogies shall the dawn compose

Upon the branches of peace?

And what dream dances shall our feet

Carve on the remaining airs of Biafra?

The one lost long ago

In the muzzle of aborted dreams

What memories, what remembrances

Can we offer Ojukwu?

25/11/11 Legon.

FORGOTTEN DUTY

No ear to the groan

Of the sick- dying ram,

No eye to the echoing sigh

Of the limping ewe,

The Shepherds picnic

With latest whores in hotel rooms

 Their sticks in deep rest

 On king- size imported mattresses,

And soon the shepherds shall shower

And refreshed for the needed duty

POLISHING MANIFESTOES

For another constituency thumb robbery

                                                            6/ 01/ 2010      Legon

Eυeawo miva dzra aʄe ɖo

               Eυeawo miva dzra aʄe ɖo loo

               Ne gbe menyo na ame o

               Aʄe wo yina

               Aʄenya me gloa ame o

Ne wobia tanye se

               Ne wobia tanye se

               Ne ameɖe bia tanye se la

               Gblↄe nawo be meyi aʄe loo

BORBORBOR

               Aʄe le dzro yem

               Gbekagbe mayi aʄe

               Makpↄ nye dzilawo

               Kple nↄvinye lↄlↄwo

               O, nye dzi gbã na ŋtↄ

               Ne meɖo ŋku aʄe dzi

               Nye Mawu ve nunye

              Ye nakplↄm mayi aʄe

           (An Ewe Borborbor Song)

I Lay My Voice

So I have come today again

To this same forest of countable trees

Dispersed across the burdens of the land

Under which people sit searching wisdom

In the opening pages of books.

I have come again to lay my voice

At the foot of your passion.

So many children crossed my dreams

And cris-crossed my path without catching my pupil

But today, on the second occasion, here I am

Sitting in the forest of countable trees

To lay my voice, again, at your passion’s feet.

11:00 Am. 22/10/2011. Accra College of Education, Madina.