Treasure Island

Christian Tobechukwu Okafor

(September 4,1987 / Nnewi, Anambra State, Nigeria.)

A Form With No Form (Poem On Nigeria's Flood 2012)


In the beginning, was so dark
Roaming three-sixty on no mark
A form with no Genesis form
Waving virginly with no storm.

But someday, it towered the ark
Wearing no mercy for a slack
A grace to the earth swiftly come
Gulping all fully as awesome.

To come and be gone, crept aback
Handsing up in its victory mark
A ruthless attack with no form
Filling mother earth for her norms.

All these I now recall aback
Pondering this my nation's attack
Land formerly atop the form
Turning a mass below the form.

The formless form blew us as bad
Numbing us with its sudden wag
As grasses spring up in the morn
Wowing us in their being born.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Edited: Sunday, December 02, 2012
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Completed on October 23,2012. was inspired by the massive flooding experienced by my country, Nigeria, in 2012, caused by one of the Cameroon dams opened up for some of the water to flow into our land.

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