The Place of the Child

by Ezewi Jennifersoter

Doula welcomes me at applause,
Signal announces my arrival.
I am for peace, but learns to war from you.
If your security fails me, my strategy will defend me.
I live to make you happy.
Where then is my place?

Secure me now I pray, to avoid my return of announcement.
If I am happy, I copiously flow!
But when am angry I cease my flow!
Is it not you that knocks? Yet my protection is not assured.
Where then is my place?

Come rain come shine, I am needful.
You saw me the day I saw you: smiles were in embrace, until care became at war with responsibility.
The child weeps!
Publicity views!
Huddling on the floor is a blenched child whose name is vagrant.
Where then is my place?

I know my name! It is not darkly but highly alarming with authority commanding
the ,dawn ‘chorus.
If you cannot rename me, I will search for me and bear me because I am me: The king of mustard seeds, whose place is with honour and dignity.
My place is peaceful, pure and secured longing for your love.
This is the place of the child.

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Extant Heritage

by Ezewi Jennifersoter

I have been pacing around you,
Without me thou has no colour.
Your progenitors abuts onto my route to arrive.

You preferred heat for my shade and took after sodden instead of the cover above,
Spewing before the enraged care until penury offers to intervene.

Shut the snivel against my sensuous pleasure because I am puritanical:
Clothes does not pay my dowry, I bring her home after a reputable purchase to warm my wardrobe.

Recusant will adore you at pugnacity clinking in regret if you violate rectitude.

I am ready to tame your super ego, if only you will bear tutee: searching for hone, hooting diligence, despising persona and embracing pertinacity without tiff.

I pervade around your trail screaming my name: “I am Extant!” my heritage remains the same.

Achebe: My Literary Friend

by Jennifersoter Ezewi

The fluid of a writing pen has been exhausted;
Yet, the paper maketh an outcry.
Who can quench the infused passion for oil?
Whose echo resounds for Ages without fear?

Strength! What is expedient?
At the point of departure of thy master,
Who screamed for hope?
When the journey beamed
At the Invisible exit,
The seeds scooped out
The voice of continuity.

Integrity has left a legacy;
Weep not, Memo!
For the social prestige lieth awake.

Chinua Achebe (16 November 1930 – 21 March 2013). Photo credit: Stuart C. Shapiro.

To Achebe

by Cuba Ukoh (@CubaUkoh)

Tell me it’s not true, say it isn’t you

From childhood I watched

As age in its tender pace

Began to contour your face

Still I swore I would get to meet you

If only I wrote and wrote faster

My wish would come true!

But beyond day dreams conjured,

Life happened…

And as all things that come, they go

But even from death’s embers I know,

Your legacy shall eternally glow

And though now you tread a dead man’s path,

Things do not fall apart

Your words will always traverse my heart

As you remain for now and always;

A man of the people

 

Cuba

 

Poetry: Death Shall Equalize Us All

by Michael Udenyi

There are as many offenders as are the laws
One for the rich one for the poor
The law is an ass that’s been messed by flaws,
But death shall equalize us all.

When their cup is full to overflow
And their evils unguarded go
They live to die and in resurrection overgrow,
But death shall remedy all their woe.

When two play one must loose
Life or death each one must choose
All must die all must cruise,
But death and life in love must fuse.

Let the criminal that decree against crime
Die painfully, yes die for a long time
The good die young, yes in their prime
But time cannot heal, no not in time.