Eferebo Chibuzor

Lead me to your soul, and cleave as Siemens in your heart sublime
Take me to the endless flattered bliss of your kindness home,
Of colourful blossom
let me be all there's in the world
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He's of no fixed address;
His identity lost in transit-
Like one of them underbride:
Homeless!
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Let's strut down the gardens;  
the vines have budded,  
And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. 
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If I ever love you,
Hast my being become dead to another,
Yet I live for you;
Shall you let me fall for thee?
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The black woman on the way side;
She lived by the brook of the Niger
Famished and thirsty.
Her children ridden of kwashiorkor
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Why all these toil and tussle tear us apart?
We're here today, gone tomorrow,
Life's but a fleeting shadows!
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When the field's harvests abound,
Our gates, a sea of faces throng.
And when the tables spill,
Deserted our gates become.
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We are back home to our land,
Of a black fecund earth,
That sits betwixt Rumuji and Obele
To brook of your breasted milk earth.
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In my dream was a beautiful woman,
Resplendent like the effulgence of the yellow mellow moon smiling on the horizon.

The night was gross-dark and foggy;
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I've found an African woman,
A glorying gods of the pride of Barbados.
Your heaving breasts like ripened apples upon a cherry tree!
You whose swing of waist stills a turbulentsea.
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How long shall I be in babylon and sing a song of hope and weariness?
Whence my heart perishes in servitude,
I have been debased to infra dig in a vast land we call our own.
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"I'm no man;I'm no kind
Letme pass,we're passersby",
muttered the River god.
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While the city life unsettles,
The clock ticks-
The city's big upon the fella's eyes,
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When last did i see the harmattan?
A beauteous season of nature-
Now, upon the lakes are castles intercept nature,
Angers a ravaging flood!
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Hark the tale of the vultures of the underworld,
A horrific tale-
Told only in the bed hours:
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Let's make a jaunt to the gardens;  
The vines have budded,  
And the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love!  
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How long shall I become sober
To tend the putrefying wounds on the nation's life?

She's an old child
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Oh distant walls,
How i wished you weren't there.
Like a high-raised tower,
I'm bared from you.
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I'm hungry for your love,
Shall I savour it like a gentle hungry lamb,
To hunger nill till eternity.
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