 NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker. A graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred poems/articles in over ten countries. Her first two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses titled THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on Amazon. She has also featured in over ten international anthologies/books/blogs. She is a passionate African ink. STORMSOf the waves that sink And the waters we drink, None is the food we eat Rather, the flood that did defeat. Of the earthquakes that destroy And the landslides that toy, None can our joy deploy Because there is no peace to employ. Of the winds that blow And the storms that grow, None can our love flow For they bring us so low. Storms so strange Local and foreign, at range Storms that change Stories, histories, eternal. LINGERING EFFECTIf we write the storm It comes like worm, If we paint the picture It dribbles our nature, If we make a collage We study it at college, A perfect lingering effect. We do not want to die Hence, the knot we tie We love to live So we cherish what we give, We defeat the battle Even without our cattle, For we must move on. The path of tide And the length of time The part so wide And the strength against crime There, we pitch our tent For life is so bent Even as we pay rent. FLAMESRaged and angered ocean Thundering and thunderous sea, Noisy wind and restless breeze Troubled land and besieged souls, Only God understands. Weeping voices and wailing victims Floating houses and sinking homes, Hopeless people and dying nation Only God knows. Animals and beasts that raze Humans and beings at gaze Souls and spirits ablaze, A world in flames Losing her games Evil gaining names. NOT WITHSTANDING The Caribbean tears Mingling down the Nile, The European gears Going extra mile The African fears Haunting the file The Asian wears Flowing the tile, The American years Curing pile, The Australian bears Not looking fragile. A lingering effect Disasters, natural and devastating Yet never frightening her As she hopes life never ends Loving life to wait for hope Living it lively to the fullest, The Caribbean hope Across that tiny rope Reaching heights and highs Nervous with sighs, The hurricanes not withstanding. MAMA WEEPSAn August visitor that visited in August
Taking away the breath of a god, Silencing the body of a deity Stopping the movement of a legend. Woe betide this visitor Wicked, heartless and ungodly Desperate, inhumane and merciless Devastating, destroying and cruel. So loud a voice, so black a brother So enthusiastic, a comrade So selfless, a servant Vast, conversant and familiar So African, a creature. Mama weeps for Kofi She wails for her dear son She mourns for her glory Oh, Africa weeps. A formidable force, a soldier Combatant, vigilant, brilliant and gallant Fearless, brave, bold and courageous Stunning, astonishing and captivating Boundless, unwavering, and unbeatable Unmatchable, adorable and incredible So indescribable, a knight. Loyal and humble Nondiscriminating, non segregating A coach of selfless service. A captain of virtuous strength A winner of crystal war, A king of hopeful future A leader of energetic generation. Mama weeps, Africa recounts Dear Kofi, Mama weeps The world will never be the same. Goodnight, Big Brother, Goodnight Son Goodnight, A Giant of Africa.
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