{poem} They Spoke Our Mind

By Odimegwu Onwumere

They spoke our mind,
Them that cross carpeted
From a lost hope
Hoping to rebuild their new hope.
They moved in anger
Leaving the angrymaker alone
Who now justifies his shame
In a shenanigan’s speech
Sewing and drawing self pity
But we knew his garb is hypocrisy.
They cross carpeted within
Looking for respite
When many of us are drowning
In Mediterranean Sea
For want of new lease of life
From shenaniganism he calls leadership.
A town isn’t finished
When their king is finished
But when the people are finished.
Their genuflection shows a finished one
Who now does hurried and senseless speech
Thinking he would heal our wounds
He inflicted but we know better – we
They spoke their mind.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

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Their Fight Yet To Start

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Adam had shame before Eve,
Not Adams with autocratic voice,
Clattering like the one from Daura
That learned undemocratic tenets
Now leading a democratic country
With scorpions and arrows
Humiliating institutions ought
To checkmate him.
Their fight is yet to start
With thunder rehearsing its sound
To unleash to a country
Being led by vultures and jackals
Throwing Aso Rock at us.
Their fight is yet to start.
We are just hearing their voice
Yet to see blood and wounds
Then would our tears dry.
We, they have hypnotised
With failed promises
And undemocratic principles.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

[poem} Oyigbo On September 12

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Scene of IPOB protests}

The orgy of messages has been received in Oyigbo:

Some vehicles cremated, human grievance still mountaining.

The streets are littered with baked chaos,

Stern-looking agents from Aso-Ruse watch in apprehension.

Biafra protesters clamour for freedom

Adjacent-to the craving of the man from Daura;

Who fancies their blood sponged-down the ocean

In lure of freedom he sees as a taboo.

Men are drinking coffee to expunge sleep

Yet, sleep befalls them like a possessed by malaria.

There is nowhere to lay the sleeping head

In a land where soul and body are shoddily severed.

Certainly, everyone is un-free

Except for supernatural empathy.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; September 13 2017.

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{POEM} Nnamdi Kanu’s Biafra

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Chike is my very good friend and Ofili is his father;

He is weeping against the disgust being shown by some persons
Against the struggle to actualise Biafra by Nnamdi whose father is Kanu.

Chike tells me, we should not blow up this opportunity

And I remember that in adventure, there is the danger and opportunity.

We have to look at the opportunity if we gain Biafra,
Not the danger we have to face while we pursue Biafra.

{Nnamdi Kanu}

Nnamdi has opened the once closed door of Biafra
After Odumegwu whose father is Ojukwu opened it.

We need not relegate our brother and the struggle
As Biafra is on the centre of the world beamed by stars.

Nnamdi wants to make us smile with Biafra as kindness
To our everyday life to light our hearts.

We accomplish different things at different age
Just as Chike my very good friend whose father is Ofili tells me:
We should not blow up this opportunity for Biafra.

(c) *Odimegwu Onwumere*; June 27 2017.
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Tradition Illiterates {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

As a people,

we no longer understand ourselves better.

Our cultures that made those before us

understood each other better

have been pummeled.

{ Ofo na Ogu: The Epicenter of The Igbo Cosmos}

We have lost our memories,

since we lost our cultures.

Now,

we have no future,

no cultures and traditions

to shape a better society

of our future.

Mahatma Gandhi tells me:

A nation’s culture resides in the hearts

and in the soul of its people.

In our case,

we were directly and indirectly

being indoctrinated to have contempt for

and disrespect our cultures and traditions.

As a good teacher knows

the importance of connecting with the students

Ndigbo would’ve been better

with our aboriginal cultures and traditions.

We no longer have them in our hearts and souls;

we have turned cultures and traditions illiterates.

{© Odimegwu Onwumere; May 23 2017.}

 

Apparition {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We heard he sent a letter to the Senate

On January Nineteen Two Thousand and Seventeen.

The Senate didn’t see him but saw his letter;

He then left for London for a Ten-day leave,

To treat himself.

He stayed for over Fifty days,

Showing care to us in attitude,

Not in action, through his messengers,

Whereas the country is bereft of action.

Some who visited him in London

Said he spoke to us.

We only heard his message

But did not hear his voice.

They told us that he was back,

And we waited to see him

On TV address us, to no reward.

To continue to reddish-purple us

They showed us pictures of him

Attending a Mosque,

When no one else

Confirmed seeing him live.

They continue to tell us that

He’s fit and healthy to rule us

But he took another leave

On May Eight Two Thousand and Seventeen,

For London.  Another leave? Now indefinite.

The dismaying aspect is that

He speaks to a few persons

Who see him – {he doesn’t see?}

Not everyone has entrée to him

Since the painted shell began to rule us.

Now our country has gone down

The same way of his failed health.

The apparition has become vanishing dew

And a great mystery of our time.

© Odimegwu Onwumere; May 8 2017.

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Suicide Doctor {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Such a decision is rare to make –

Only to those who use their brevity in the negative.

There is always a time in life

When the enemies cease fighting.

There is always a time in life

When times suppress and surpass every situation.

If the Medical Doctor had known,

He wouldn’t have made himself a prey for the lagoon.

There is always a period of convalescence.

It’s on March Nineteen, Two Thousand and Seventeen;

After this day, the tribute he is getting is blame, blame and blame.

Whatever that bothered him to feed the fish of the lagoon with his body

Many of us had committed suicide many times in our hearts

But didn’t take our lives.

No man is a Sequoia; life is serendipitous!

He was a brave man in the negative energy

Who didn’t think twice and explore

His future positive potentialities.

For him to take his own life

Meant he could have explored

And moved away from all challenges

If little patience was applied.

Regrettably, he has taken his own life

But didn’t take with him

The difficulties and challenges

That led to him taking his life.

It’s high time man thought twice, at least, for a moment!

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 21 2017.

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