Ebi Robert

Rookie - 22 Points (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

AFRICAN KITCHEN


Paddle runs to the waterfront.
Water returns to the paddle.
But strength loosed, strengthened on
crays, shells, shells, crays.
Mama' 'pogu' the winkle Togu' send both paddles to one hand mama said. Each on each, she pitched.

The wood smokes cigarate and the 'oporoko' is on the altar.
The 'upolu' does gymnastics in the basket all are acids on the fire.
Palm oil from 'Ama-ogbo' fresh and dry pepper melting like snow.
Stubborn ‘'Ugbono'' to the deep
another hammer to the deep.
Gradual neglect of white maggi,
modern theme, her kitchen complete.

Fish bones and shells
sack to sweep.
It is the gallop in the sea.
The fleshy bones of reptile
Mama-kitchen-tricky.
'Ogu soup' fully vegetal
Healing combine funeral.


THE END

Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.
Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.Africa. Africa.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 08, 2014

Topic of this poem: Africa


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