TWO DROPS OF MY LIFE.

Up the hills in the far North

Nearer the sands of the desert,

The bundle of beauty's cries heard.

Smiling the nurses did present

A new life for a mother's joy be filled.

A feast the father declared, to him a son is born.

Lying in his cradle did men come

To take a look at the heir apparent.

Yams and milk were the gifts the elders thus gave

That a man one day he would become.

Acres of land did the kinsmen acquire

For him to farm on when grown.

Suddenly did the crier's gong sound aloud,

That a child evil sweep through the land.

To the house of herbs did he call to go

For some drops of vaccine for growth be sure.

Deaf my mother was to his message of life

And my father too ignored his call.

Two drops of me went down while my will was yet not strong.

Four season’s did they stay and frowns became a part of them.

What manner of child had I become.

For evil they claimed I be,

For which child still crawl

While his mates had gone to the stream with pots to fetch.

Pity thus became a sight I was to all,

Thin my legs were that my weight none could bear.

Dust became a scent ever present, on sands my buttocks rely.

Dragging myself I beheld children with legs that could play.

Old as nine I asked my mother the cause of my plight,

Why my legs too lean cannot make me run.

She sighs and consoles that ability still prevails,

My father too could not find answer to my prayers.

For two drops I missed and a misery my life has become.

Like a mess I was looked upon, for what gain could I bring,

A looker I became of life that my mates live.

A victim of a disease a cure has been found,

Another prisoner I have become to Polio

That my legs got disfigured without repair.

MY dreams and aspirations got gone with the win

When I would have had a life much merrier than this

If two drops of medicine my mother had heed.

Now a son the clan truly seek, for to them a vegetable

I be.

Nearer the ground I crawl all day

With my hands my strength to move within

And pray that such fate no child will suffer

Because for two drops of drugs this misery can be solved.

Describing The Pains Of Children Infected With Polio.

OGWUGWU-The enclave of evil.

 In the dark pungent smelling coven

Sits the high priest with legs unseen.

Rubbed with chalk and red earth,

And chewing leaves with his rotten teeth.

Hanging from the thatched temple are

Effigies of the demons of the clan and masquerade carvings of beasts.

Ogwugwu Akpu, the ancestral shrine of old

Where cultural practices of evil abound.

Scattered over the yard lies skeletons,

Of human beings long decomposed

In clothing last worn by the victims.

The great forest of generational destruction

That has visitors from all works of life.

In its scroll reveals dignitaries that come by night,

To consult with this god of Baal.

They come in red and black regalia’s

To prostrate and worship this deity so satanic.

Politicians from the regions---to win elections,

Ministers in government---to keep their appointment corruption,

Governors with members of parliament---to swear to an oath of allegiance in a coffin,

Learned men in wigs---to hit a witness with insanity,

Shepherds of churches, desiring talisman for miracle performance,

Rogues and bandits, to conjure and fortify their juju,

Married women, to charm their husband to obedience,

Prostitutes, with bottled sperm of men to be jinxed,

Ritualists with an infant's head, to seek increase to their blood-money.

All are welcome to the devil's kingdom'

For in the shrine equality binds these disciples of darkness.

For the wrath of Ogwugwu is immediate,

She revokes truths yet unspoken

And leave in its wake pools of blood.

With sorrows untold and everlasting mourning.

A covenant sealed with the spittle of the shrine

Dare not be reneged for catastrophic is the result.

For Ogwugwu is lethal, it strikes a man dead.

It is all knowing, it reveals the hearts of men.

It is impartial, it avenges for the oppressed.

And so potent, it reports with thunder.

The bodies of its victims are nor buried

But exposed to decay in the face of the oracle.

On entering a complaint to the spirits

A hand to the heart of a corpse is the greeting,

That reverence to the gods a lesser mortal must show.

They arrive in the silence of the night and leave before cock crow.

For day is not to be met at the land of Okija.

The patrons of this deity includes people of timber and calibre

Holding exalted positions in the society.

To every request made, a sacrifice is demanded.

The tongue of a virgin or the penis of a man,

To be pounded with the heart of a vulture

And the bleeding breast of a nursing mother.

The concoction is served in earthen pot,

To him that wants a deed done

In order to partake of the flesh and blood meal.

Failure to yield to this task cost your life

Incurable ailments and mysterious death.

To the accused a summon is sent

That an explanation be made why Ogwugwu will not kill.

The rulers of the land are not clean before equity

Of the hundreds of skulls of people perished.

For as defenders of the citizens,

Their hands drip with blood.

And holding the staff of Ogwugwu,

They issue their governance.

Describing the Ogwugwu shrine discovered in Okija in Anambra State of Nigeria where many human skulls and decomposing bodies were found and which was later to be found out to have been patronized by people in government.

MY COUNTRYMEN.

Whatever happened to my countrymen?

With attitudes designed for Hades,

Smiling when the sister's siblings sorrow.

Can such decay happen so soon?

Even the sunset is not the antidote to their sins.

What manner of beings my people have become

With so much corrupt hearts and an evil grin.

Whatever happened to love, who crucified conscience.

That the melody the children compose is wails.

To my countrymen it sounds like sweet music.

I looked up to the hills of salvation

But clouds of frustration I foresee,

A land desolate of care and gardens full of decay.

Why the flowers wither they don't know,

To fill their storehouses with wickedness they prefer.

Again I ask my fellow citizens of love

Whatever the cause I seek to know

That mother shed tears and brothers’ trade blows

When all is needed is just a little love,

A God given peace so our country remains green.

But like a tree planted in the desert it looks

For surely it will die and wind drives it away.

My countrymen, my countrymen

Whatever happened to my ancestral savannah?

Dedicated To My Country Nigeria.

BESIDE THE STILL WATERS.

Hours of exhausting struggles

Sweating in the season's heat

Hearing my daughters grumble,

On the rock I took a stand.

Shadows cast my predicaments

Gentle songs the birds composed,

Cries from seeds of my womb.

Dreams is all I have for comfort

The rock was my only fallopian to survival.

My tithe to eternity stood wondering,

Pumpkin he had on his head

With an expectant mind he looks

Waiting for bread from him he calls Papa.

I ask the creator how long,

When will I be lifted by cherubim

That my foot hurts no more.

A little longer he echoes,

Dreams would come true,

Mornings will change to dancing

Palms will dry your tears.

My hand will chase your fears.

Dedicated to single mothers passing through shaking grounds.

A NOBLE REGRET.

His heart is a valley of repentance,

A face filled with lines of anguish.

His mouth quakes like an ocean storm,

With nostrils breathing out waves of inferno.

Brother he calls now and again,

Turn back and listen.

He sits with the ladies of the night,

Soft music caresses his ears

His eyes are filled with lust of the flesh.

Brother he calls again, turn back he bellows,

In my time I was no better,

My barns were filled with plenty from the harvest.

To my soul I called to eat and make merry,

Neither did I look; deaf my ears were to the prophets.

When the moon came up, I saw the creator,

The messenger of death came riding.

Fool! He called me, prepare for thy time is up.

Passing through the sun I beheld myself,

Depart was my verdict.

Fire became my inheritance and pains my bride.

Brother he calls again,

Listen to the Messiah

Thee I do not want nearer me. 

The Rich Man and Lazarus.

THE RISEN TWINS.

 The sun wore a blue face

 And the breeze was but still.

 She looked into the eyes of heaven

Expecting her miracles to descend.

Incubated for years long and seven

Alas, the birth came and they were Jumelle.

Her eyes radiated with a maiden's love,

And higher her light brightened.

Click, click the cups tingled

And wine flowed as in Galilee.

 Friends and foes made merry

For the arrival of new friends.

She longed to smoother them kisses,

As all came to merry and trade in their hearts.

But Nay, serpents hisses she hears

Speak she did but walk, she cried

Pray and hoping that Sud hears.

Merchants from afar came to them

With tablets of gold to barter,

Nord stood taller, smiling at Hudson.

Fastened in her arm is a flame

Wishing to burn these sons of terror.

Old as twenty did the wounds start

The wolves have come to destroy,

But love made them triumph.

Easily they forgave, as the Lord said, forget.

Alone she stood watching 

Silently she prayed,

With her hand up to the creator.

Then came summer and a blue sky,

No sooner than September,

 Birds from the East came flying.

Nord cried but stood

Hope and faith stood still.

Again the vulture came

Sud plucked in its fury.

She wept for her brothers

Day turned night and noon evening.

In their bosom lay citizens of nations

Gathered by love, demised by cowards.

Confetti poured as their ashes came down,

Tears and wails became the melody

That the foes orchestrated.

Only she watced, her flame burned out not.

She tasted their dust with courage her tears.

The land was thrown to mourning

And Kings wore sack clothes.

But love builds faster than hate.

The Leaders and workers laboured

Sweat and water they sacrificed.

And American mothers did cook

Porridge to quench their thirst.

A little while it lingered,

With time the healer of their wounds.

AND THEY ROSE

Mightier and more exalted,

The skyline again came to light,

Their children again played at Manhattan

With Sud and Nord their angels.

Liberty sang her victory songs,

As multitudes gathered for their christening.

Friends toast to their rebirth

But foes are defeated forever. 

By Ahaoma Oji Kanu

September 20 2001

Dedicated to The new twin towers of the World Trade Centre and the victims of sept.11.

THE INTERPRETATION OF THE POEM.

Verses1-6: This verses describes the period the plans of the WTC was initiated, The choice of the site etc is referred to here as the incubation period. The feminine entity mentioned here is the statue of Liberty, which is a French gift to America. She was standing before the Twin Towers came into existence, before then she looked towards their coming as a miracle. Finally her miracles became reality but this really actualized over a long period of time, the incubation period [verse3]

From the enquiry I made in the cause of composing this poem, the WTC was built over a period of seven years. This reflects in verse 2. The proceeding verses gives light on the mood the statue was and also the many ceremonies that heralded the Twin Towers [Jumelle is French meaning twins. In verse 5,itollows a biblical insight into the rate wine flowed on the day of the commissioning of the WTC and is compared to the wedding in Cana in Galilee where the Lord turned water into wine[John 2:1-11].

Verse 4-6 highlights how the world applause the WTC built for the purpose of integration through commerce but not all that came were happy for this great achievement. Some had sneaked in in pretence but with an actual view to destroy [verse 6].These was detected by Liberty only who could distinguish the good from the bad. She tried in vain to alert her friends of the dangers they were exposed to but to no avail. She spoke but could not be heard, she tried to walk and found the task Herculean which made her shed tears. She prayed in hope that Sud hears [Sud is French meaning south i.e. south tower] see verse 7.

Verse 8 shows the extent of activities in the WTC, many people came to transact business in the centre [Trade by barter is an ancient form of trading in which goods are exchanged in preference]. Verses 8-12, Nord here is French and refers to the south tower, it was the taller of the two towers at 1368ft. Here a closer look is made at the statue. She has in one of her hands flames which is an enlightening feature of her and with which she wished to stop the act of wickedness being planned by the enemies.

Verse 11 indicates the period the pains of brothers started, in 1993 the WTC was bombed which led to the death of six people and injuring about another hundred. The twins were just 20 years old. But the love existing between the two withstand the attack. Since these brothers were heavenly gifts, they acted in the way of the Lord and forgave the trespasses of the terrorists. Then no full scale war was declared on terrorism, nobody was anticipating another attack except Liberty, who was seeing beyond human perspective. She was alone praying that her brothers survive.

Verse 13-15 shows the events of sept.11 when the terrorists came flying in hijacked planes into the towers. Nostrademus's prediction is mentioned here, the terrorists used planes [birds] choosing a day the sky was blue. Almost all the terrorists involved in the attack hail from the middle east[15 out of the 19 hijackers were from Saudi Arabia].The North tower was first attacked but didn't collapse immediately, shortly the south tower was attacked and it gave way after some few hours killing and injuring thousands sending a plume of smoke billowing over Manhattan. Everyone stood confused without hope, people lost their faith. Liberty stood crying. Verse 16-18 paints the picture at downtown New York; thousands of papers, gadgets were floating like confetti as the ashes of the towers collapsed. People cried all over the world for this act of inhuman consideration. Only Liberty watched with her flames still burning.

Verses 19-20 shows the reactions that stirred all over the world, Every country's leader condemned the attack. From verse 21-24 represents the era we are now, the aftermaths of sept.11. Plans are being made, people are enlisting to be part of the resurrection. Both the leaders and workers are labouring alongside the courage that American mothers give.

All the citizens are ready to sacrifice whatever they have at whatever cost to see to the reality of the twin's rising.

Verses 24-28 represent the time yet to come and of which I have a conviction and optimism that I would be part of. The period that is in every citizen of the world who advocates for peace, the rebirth.

Many Americans and lovers of peace are praying that it would not linger for long. As for the foes we face, they have been defeated all over the world. We look towards years of peace that brings joy which will turn our mourning into dancing steps

So help us God.

BLESSED BE AMERICA.

Their history is continuous with time

Standing tall among nations.

Shouldering the welfare of continents.

For what nation is there so great,

Reaching out to all states with love

This is God's own country.

With a  love is strong,

What else can we offer our hearts, soul and life.

Spinning happiness from the lakes of friendship.

The American spirit makes us strong,

No form of attack will make us bend

We will defend our country

With the last drop of our blood

We will live to say God bless our country

We give our lives for our children

Even in death we make heroes

In our hearts lies the desire to achieve

Excellence in all we do.

From Washington to Hawaii Liberty stands tall.

Causing us smokes would not stop our rain.

We will mourn but still stay alive.

Listen to your soul and hear heaven saying

God bless this country.

Dedicated to the Fire fighters of New York who lost their lives on September 11^th 2001

Robot  # 1 | 07.03.2009 07:37

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