TOO SOON GONE
(In memory of Phaswane Mpe & Sello Duiker)
Fame was your destiny, loyalty
The service fee you paid
For wooing the deaf to listen
To the thunder behind your mask!
Born genius, schooled in public
Education, embraced by the owners
Of our barren farmlands and streets
Once your imagination ran wild
To treat the east and the west
To your vested knowledge
And wisdom gained from
Studying the violence
Of silence and the blues
Of the night’s stars
Were you not another child of the cycle
That took Nortje and Marechera?
Were you not another son of the sun
Too soon gone, like Okigbo and Rabearivelo?
Fame was your destiny, loyalty
The service fee you paid
For wooing the deaf to listen
To the rocks thrown by your ideas
Emerged with flashes, sobbed
By the latent vices of the worlds you captured,
You wept for the stars departed
Before their sparkle were celebrated.
You sang of the dirge forgotten
By the bereaved, portals of antiquity
And raindrops of miscellaneous agendas!
But tonight you sleep well in the vaults of time,
Since we here have betrothed our lives
To measuring our own whys!
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ZONGO
For a good cause he faced the furnace
At Port Harcourt, name extinguished
From memory, where mothers shook
Their heads through silence and bit
Their fingers. I was here, stuck in traffic
At Chicago’s Kennedy Express Way
On that fateful afternoon when word came,
By phone as usual. Gory details, frightening
Reality. How they trailed him,
Homebound from a political rally.
His car they stopped, made him enter theirs
While they drove to an unknown destination.
Gun to head, bottle full of acid placed
In his hand. I know he saw the world’s ugly
Face that minute, the wretchedness we decry
Daily, as he drank into his funeral dirge.
Then they left him and drove off, mission
Accomplished, their nemesis at the debate
Podium turned a casualty of their medium
Of assassination. He got home well all right,
Knocked to announce his arrival, but it wasn’t
The kind his softhearted wife expected.
Mother and wife crushed to their knees, voices
Soaring, the neighbors to the rescue, but
It was too late. He spoke, but all they heard was
The silence uttered by the smoke evicted from his mouth,
The aftermath of the executioners’ plot. And that was
The end of Zongo, the firebrand who got his PhD from
America’s Ivy classroom only to return to dust
At the joy of wolves threatened by ideas.
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HOMAGE TO HOSTAGES
The epidemics have summoned the paramedics,
Fears have given birth to an abundance of tears.
We brace the landscape with our sights set on
The hills coquettish before the rising sun
Where did the eagle go to deny the sky
The splendor of flight and the melody
Of adventure mapping loves apart?
You will visit the silent groves again,
You with the conscience stubborn
Like the fly stalking the cow’s tail.
You will let go your vices
Upon the rain’s arrival,
You with the residues of gods
Your guarded amulets
Confined to a totem’s fate…
And what shall the deceased say then,
The prayerful whose sorrow once swirled
To paint sidewalks with
The mosaic of their blues?
The epidemics have summoned the paramedics,
Fears have given birth to an abundance of tears.
Let the eagle have the snake for lunch.
The landscape will not be forced to mourn
For a long time!
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COME WITH ME
Come with me to the forest
Where the doves arrest the sun
With adventure
To appease the verdure
Come with me to the forest
Where the snake hides in the palm tree
And the palm tree climber is cautious
With every move and the farmer hums
Along, his hoe ever ready to strike
Come with me to the forest
Where the pond assures the dry face a wash
And the bush meat acquiesce
Even when wounded and doomed by a trap
And the trap collector is a gay chap with
A heart full of dances
Come with me to the forest
Where the villager ploughs to plant
And the trespasser observes the towering iroko
And its host of flighty admirers, while
Fallen fronds rust into soil and the elephant grass
Is fondled by the wind
Come with me to the forest
Where we have known the womb
Of our earth is rich, with yam tubers
Adorning the skies, and the parade
Of walking leaves delighting the
Majestic sun
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Poems by Dike Okoro
wonderful and provocative poems!
loved “homage to hostages” a lot. “zongo” has an intense message, though it ends on sad note. overall, good job.
good poems by a promising poet.
Beautiful and captivating works.