Onyema Writes

Nnamdi is nineteen Nnamdi looks like his father O! Nnamdi you are a teen Please do not go further But Nnamdi at eighteen Like the egg, was rotten O! Nnamdi I see your twenty The way you look at buxoms plenty You will end like your father Somewhere within Kirikiri’s border Nnamdi nwanne m’ is nineteen A philanderer, bold and mean

I, the one who saw the depths. Who ate in clay plates Who in the ladder of life touched the earth I, the son of the lowly I am him who saw the sunlight- It reflected on a mirror I am WE- We the grains We the rains We the sands I am we, the sunlight We are the trees We are the blossoms In us hung numberless fruits We have become the hope We, from dark pasts Strut into a lighted future We are the ones abandoned Now we wield the key to freedom Yes, I am I am WE!

At the dawn of our lives   Hopes and aspirations Are given birth to   The cries of the infant  Signify a comfortable place Friends, family and foes alike  Are caught in this web of ecstasy This place where we come from   Births are meant to herald A change of fortune   Family, clan in excitement   Welcome the infant The sordid adventures of the night   Is been revealed in this image   But by noon, the movers of the earth   Have set in to move   The once fair fruit is darkened   By the fiery gaze of the sun   What do I do?   Should I tread the path of erudition? All known yet mysteries remain   Should I sit and look up to the One?   The verse “no food for the lazy man”   Comes with spades and spears   Waiting to devour   Should I take to the Cloth?   The rigours of which pile to rooftop   Maybe I should...