Ejiofor Alisigwe

Chukwu kporo gi Adam maka na ahu Chukwu ka ibu
Nwanyi oma, priestess of beautiful womanhood
Queen of all things beautiful mother of God
Onye di ya na umu ya ji eme onu mgbe nile
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It's another hot day
The sun was high up in the sky
Watchful Papa Tiger nudged his son and let out
An excited cry for a hot pursuit
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I make my Las journey Tibetan
As pendulumed Karma to my Igbo Nubian
Belligerent against the weeping womb and woman
I am armed to the feet and teeth
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If you should leave me ever
Stripped, frustrated by the will of mind to liver
The wages between a busted point to bare
To gape and gurgle, to swallow my loose tongue
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The mysterious trumpets blasts and gongs are seventy-eight yet
Regimented, vetted, forged complex laudatory epaulettes plight
Joyous clasps of cymbals drums the inimitable might in you
Shining gold and polished silvers gloriously bedeck you
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Would time turn that giant spliff to a home?
A chirping of Weaver birds and Sparrows rise?
A cruel joke on the genteel blue braggadacio
Translating Galloway to Royal Kensington patio
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Standing on the peak of Aso Rock pun
Straining for a glimpse of he that come
I felt the only one to date
Among souls stranded on ravaged dawn
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BIAFRA my FATHERLAND, to God be the Glory
Your command rejuvenates my heart my blood
To rise a resurgent hope to reach the sky
And see tomorrow before today is done
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For here shall I stand
Against the wildest of wind
Perched on a steep cliff
As I am today
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I used to dream with my eyes naked
To unveil the cloak of future that succeed
Shredded they seemed to stand
Challenging me naked
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Our Oga's smoking pipe is rigged to guzzle mmanu nkwu
A ripe nut for a squirrel emitting nkakwu
Oga is a fat cat claw on our sozzled land of pie
Oga also gutted the land Papa left us, clotted to die
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Afu Ra, Adamma, Womb-man, Mother and Son
Holy vessel to a son god the five pointed star
Lead to the railway crouching between burdens
Crisscross on your brow like bleached fish bones
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The flowers appear overnight stodgy and proud
Not willowy and merry to the sight and field
The hibiscus has become regular morning features
Their individual pride are wasted on disjointed limbs
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Agu n'eri enwe! O mu
Ikuku ama na onya! O mu
O bukwanu agu ji egbe! O mu
Onya jide Ikiri o tugharia jide onya
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