EDDIE AUSSI - POEMS

​Eddie Awusi is a Nigerian poet of Isoko extraction. He is a graduate of English and Literary Studies department from the prestigious Delta state university,  Abraka. He has been published in numerous poetry magazines and anthologies.

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​BRIDE OF TERRORISM

​Far removed from the society of man,
She tucked herself behind a dank and dingy night,
Behind the sound of eager muezzin;
Clad in mascara 
And a black disenchanted chador;
a broken frame,
Governed by fears and extremism.
She love her groom but hate the war.
Lumps her weak and slumped breast
Into the mouth of her infant baby, 
that beg a question of the world.
Always led through monstrous indignity 
Of sexual molestation and violation:
Tortured into compliance and complacence,
Fled from embattled cities into captivity,
This bearer of a caliphate's tales.
What more cruel torture, barbaric killing,
Cursed overture, did her sight grip? 
Dovetailing into the night,
Prayer book in arms.

​CALIFORNIA NIGHT

​Rolling and rolling into explosion of passion,
Tonight is a Burgundy wine,
Tipsily insisting on my flesh.
I strike a gold, in my debut steps.
As unto a ballet appearance, I come-
Tasting bliss from the ballroom's floor.
This night is such a great adventure.
Charming me with the flirtation of beauties.
Who tempt me into a wild fever of humour.
Glee seizing the night, with epochal
High-heeled shoe ladies,
Cabaret singers,
Pole dancers.
Booming opium of seductive music.
Twerking and contortionists butts.
Frills of gathered fragrances.
You may never get to hear,
The latest version of my laughter,
As the night, warm my eyebrows.

​I HAVE HELD YOUR FACE,
WITH A FAVOURED BOWL

​I have held your face with a favoured bowl,
Through unrepentantly dark and ignoble hours,
Through damnable downpour of ignominy,
Through acoustic embitterment of libelous accusations,
Through downtown memory lanes,
Watching as the world ski toward brutal peace,
Whilst I wade through,
My most abysmal and traumatic trials.
You were my life's breath, my annexed light's
Indigo beauty then, which you still are:
My candlelit tongue of fire.
Will you still radiate the old radiance
That brightened my world while I am in darkness
Or will you repudiate and rebuke me
Like an eclipse frightening the living daylights?