Muttering voices

"Ka Chi Foo" There were lonely days sown in this dark corners, Where I started my walk through life. I remember them vividly like the sound of my first name TOCHUKWU in the mouths of my busybody neighbours. I saw the wall yawn with hunger As it reflected the images in my belly I knew I could drown and die in the tears that Lay with me like a lake full of sharks. The nights were so long with the constant filtering of noise by nocturnal creatures The dawn was so far beyond my reach No plea could ever bring it closer. I had a neighbour more like a brother Our names both had a T although his had life in it than God: TONDU. He kept his affluence behind close doors And constantly handed me a feigned pity.  And yes, I took it. I had a lover. Had like past possession. She hid in the dark. I heard her voice faintly but loud were her straying and fleeing steps My heart flutter, not of excitement but fear. I had hope with smouldering coals I kept fanning its embers  They kept my heart w...

 "The Saviours " On the Wake of independence, A strange coldness was poured on emaciated souls. Then came the goosebumps The trepidation, The uncertainties Which plagued the tender nation spreading so fast like a ravaging pandemic Through the fabrics of her soul. Black swiftly became white As truth glaring became lies The night settled finally with its full weight As bleeding feet scamper aimlessly in the enveloping darkness. Yet the nation trudge on Despite losing her two eyes The blind led the blinds To walk the thorny path of democracy. Here and there, Ambushes were laid on this wounded nation By men of uniform To wrest power through the guts of bullets than the ballot... But She fought tirelessly, Smeared severally in bloody coups, And fierce protests; Her heroes fell and others rose Until she escaped into the waiting arms of thieves in rich caftans and lofty campaign promises.  THE SAVIOURS who saves us not.

 "Christmas in Gaza" Look beyond the prejudice in the news reports And see our little peaceful town  Caught in a whirlwind of blasting bombs and chattering guns. Look there,  a young mother with an amputated arm wails over her dead two year old Caught by a bullet shot with precision. Our streets are littered with the breathless heaps of our young men, Fighting to repel a blind ravaging bull. Our old men weld machine guns, with their near-to-dead sights. Blinded by both rage and age. Fighter Jets fly over heads Heading for our abandoned homes. They open their dark anus And empty their waste on our homes Turning everything dear to rubbles. The sick,  The wounded,  And the maimed litter our refugee camps But there is no physician to tend a plagued nation  Our physicians are now fighters. "The war must be won!" they say. I miss the serenity of the nights spent at home, I miss the bedtime stories and the peaceful renditions of prayers to Allah, I miss the excite...

 "She is" The earth is blind. I must say that the earth chose to be blind. Because how can anyone not see how she toils away at her task? Morning, afternoon, and even at night. Was it nature or men that tossed it on her? Because she seems so peaceful in her storm. With the rising sun, she sets out Like the mother hen to search for daily bread. Many said she has a lazy head Who depends on the crumbs from her troubles. While he folds his hands in his chest And makes jest of her with his friends. Morning, afternoon and night She toils away at her task. Hoping and praying that fortune would smile back at her. And ease the weight on her shoulders which weighs heavily on her. She manages to smile through her pains, For daily she has to wear this mask. The hope of a mother is in her labour Like a patient farmer  She sows her seeds at all season She guards it to ensure that none is missing. For everything giving to her by God Both Woes and worth Nothing should be missing Even whe...

 "The Poem and the Poet" I wrote you a poem. Yes, I wrote you a poem It was neither to mourn you Or call you. But to announce my retracing steps back to my shell. Where I once was till your beauty wooed me. I ran leaving my senses aside But bearing burning emotions in my heart. It was tender.  It needed to be tended. But it died in the heat of neglect.

 " Believe Love"  I could sing you a million melodies, Of where our hearts met, Through the rough roads of unrequited love To a place where we sits gracefully on a throne: the thrones of our hearts.  Your face shone through the unwavering shadows, To kill this darkness that held my soul captive. It wasn't freedom at last But freedom that will last through this new found joy to eternity Where we will at last know love without doubts.

" The Long Arm of Love"  In a world wrapped in chaotic darkness Unexplainable to the human mind I will be your sea of tranquil affection Where you can plunge in your mountain of pain  And watch them melt like ice in a bowl of heat. Keeping your eyes on your scars  Are blindfolds to what the future holds Which restrains your feet from climbing the  peak of your dreams So unbolt your stars  And draw a canvas of sparkling lights in the sky.  Yesterday has had its way Let's today have it say While we steer through the darkness With hope as our light.