Izimashor Poem by Tony Adah

Running and splashing
Of white surfs upon the rocks of Adzese'
It drops down slithering like a snake
Running away from danger
Its course is full of verv and energy
And it pours all these
Into a confluence running for almost four months
Then thins down to greenish pools.

This is where men and women
Go yearly to fish with baskets and nets
And its bridge is low and liable to flooding
This where government officials
Superimposed some concrete stuff
Upon the one the colonial masters put
And pocket the rest of the cash.

Great stream, lifeline of Kigbor
Benefactor of government officials
Flow down with your resplendent water
Come down with a legion of fish
Feed me
Feed us
Feed them
Now till eternity!