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AFRICA(to africans in diaspora)
africa here i come, africaafrica of the black soulthe soul of an ancient culturethe culture of your timid tribes.
its your voice i hear africayour voice of the talking drumsyour beaded drums and the royal trumpeterthe metal gong of your town crier
i have come to see your music dancei have heard of your ageless minstrelshave i not heard of your swinging hips!i have heard enough and have come to watchwouldn't you dance for me africa
africa here i come africawould you not show me to your tribesthe timid tribes of your sweetened tonguesthe varied tongues of your virtuous men
africa, black soul africatell me about your godsyour gods of the sky and of the mother earthyour gods of the hills and of the rivers abound
show me to your kings africayour kings of the ancient dynastythe ancient dynasty of rusted spear and shieldafrica, here i come africa
HEAVENLY GUEST
heavenly guestheralding thunderouslyin its own awakepelting on menas well, the godsgathering itselfdrop by drop.
as rivulets you flowpassing on slopes abounddownward,it's rhythm goes -romancing all cornerscutting out its lonely pathsalong our farmstead's.
beside your gathered poolswe standwith tears of joynakedwe dancedwe playedmaking mounds of wetted soilsplashinglittle you, unto us
seasonally guestyou have grown -at length,in breath,we are in youyou in us
CONCEPTION
My father,out of your seedsemerged i,millions of us swarm across the eggling waterslooking for her, that harboursand, i the chosen morphed into fluids...the races of life began at conception
dear mother,days stumbled into monthsegglings, from your womb harboured meand the fluids formed into beingenshrouded in you, body and soul;eating and sucking all day long...this, is the making of me
...DETENTION
distanced we sat, barred fromspoken wordsmasked, our lives became onevolume of thoughts raceour troubled mindsideas,morphed into formsflow among us
...unspoken,we had said volumesneither by mouth nor scribblesof our dried fountainswe have rocked minds;and shared unchained thoughts... who can seal or hold in captivea troubled mind
DRAUGHT
tensed we watchedas our fathers before us, has donewe watched as dawn streaks across the neighing skyanother day has comewith it, hope that lingers
we watched as the crops, whitheras the herds stifle by the river bedswe saw the cracks all around usand, the sun scorched harshly upon us
we watched as the skies refuseto fall its tears and to succor our parching thirst the field has broken, in piece! threatening,t o welcome our weakening bones
MAN
I appreciate adore praise envy the habitats called man
I worships anctified consecrate glorify God, that created man
I'm disappointed betrayed disgusted dismayed in the very nature of man
poems by Chime, Hilary Uchenna
Chime, Hilary Uchenna works as a creative artist in Lagos, Nigeria. He graduated as a painter in the Fine Arts Department, of the Institute of Management and Technology, Enugu. A traditional artist to the core, who gradually has transformed into the world of digital arts. He trained as an interactive multimedia developer, his works span from illustrations to image, video and audio editing. He has worked extensively on several multimedia CD titles, he exhibits occasionally, and have his works in private and public collections.
To him poetry comes naturally, he believes it is an extension of his canvass and 'paint' he must, either with colours or in words. He draws his topics from his immediate environment and imagery from Igbo folklore. He is currently preparing a collection of his poetry and short stories which he hopes to publish soon.
