obinna chilekezi

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Kuku ble kuku, kuku ble kuku
It is morning, and fresh birds' songs
Twitting around that cold early morn
The birds twit and sing, singing and twitting
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Come, come into the light
See, see the doves
Some white doves on sunshine padding
Their shadows sparkle on
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The flowerily card arrived
With lipstick mark, stains
Telegraphing your roly-poly
Arousing thought, shared thoughts
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and there, up and near, to behold
distinct on the horizon, the
cyclical smiles of the moon at dawn
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Let's thankful be me
and appreciate
in good and in worse
a case may be
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It's a two way traffic
those coming and those going
as they come
we celebrate
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thick cloudy winds
this change again
the harmattan of change
and cries of pains
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the cloud loud and dark it is
just like yesterday and turning into mish
here stand I at the riverside
dim, gleaming in the darkness of rain
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A cold morning
Very cold morning indeed
Just like a tip of ice on a soul
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Rainbow
stars in their sockets shift
no bird's singsong still
and distressed stone terrac winds
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Our poor lamentation
(for the Benue dead)
By Obinna Chilekezi
The earthquake of hatrage, again,
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Words are enough to say all to say
About the woman that I passed through
The narrow route of her hills of hip
That august dark morning, and since
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let us embrace my love
shun all fears of ebola my love
as all our destination
in sand of the earth will end
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we succeed in dreams
perfectly humans
exchanging sufferings
for not ever knowing sufferings …
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now the dreary days are set to be out of the way
chibok to see you am coming
and see returns of those suspended laughters
and the froth of peaceful cuckoos on the branch
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I have come to behold you
and sing of your dazzling waterness
just at the point of the meeting
of the Gambian and Atlantic
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The day crawls to break
As drops of dew scatter
Everywhere with mist
Cold, yet Cockerel struggling to crow
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