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July 2013
I remember falling sick
In the wild of my palm
Over the remnants of my dreams
And laying back in your hands
I remember you weeping
And burning the incense of time
And calling out my name in numbers
Sulking out the cold from the couch
Where i lay in unison with your
architectural primitive
I remember well your large eyes
As they stare miraculously at me
Hoping the day will come...
Christian Mowarin
The bell rings just once
Not once in a life time but
Once in a class time, time to go
Time to run seven miles
Along a lonely stretch
We run along and wave along too
To some mill day plantation workers
Who work on traction and tractors
With the attraction of palms
Long telegraph poles line the polars
Their perspectives dimming into the horizons
Only to appear as we appear around a bend
Long twines in between the scales
Kneel up high we climb up hills
One legged spirits running a race too
Though we couldn't see them
We feel them when our ears twitch
We hear their laughter
And native reverberations
In the cave walls in the long forest
Where their world separates us
And their kindred kindles with hope
That one day make our world collide
The little trees were our friends
Smiles brilliantly at us as we turbo pass
Giggling mischievously at one another
Occasionally losing a berry in the sides
The slouching sun a little behind
Blinding our backs against our backpacks
Our shadows making sure they keep up
Friendly little shrubs as brothers who closes
Their spread as we touch them
An endless race of no consequence...
The eel sound of isimili river
Goat skin drum rattles us
Out of our sweet dreams
Bitter palm kernel fronds still
Bitter from all nights suppression
We hurry out of our hut
To catch the morning greetings
To the insidious goddess of daylight
As earth's little children
Eyes wide open from sleep land
from the scents and burrows on the hill;
Who Hangs within the glimpse it carries
Her shining daffodils open smiles
Down again the valley underneath us
Sprays fragrance too enchanting
Over farmlands and over yam ridges
In a little quivering drop of a spirited song.
All adorn the pale morning cloud
Begins to gather at the summit
Of the spirit mountains far down
Hallucinating the traces of twilight
New wings �ying in the wake of day.
The sun with stretches, shaking off
The cold new dawn dews
Fancy follows creepily in her rise
Where the premonitions of a native story
Shaken from the brilliance of light
Between the pure, the good, the true,
That our weeping eyes may strain for,
But shall never after view.
My lovely
I remember you well
I remember your fond smiles
You memorable white grin
And your playable composition
I remember your thinking
And your in�atable ideas
Made only by your spirit
Though procedurally little
But very well lit
I remember your motionless
And ageless body language
Arguably and urgently gentle
I remember talking with you
Making sure you hear my words
Made golden by the hills and cave reverb
I remember promising you
That I ll recreate the world for you
With violet and indigo caramels
Scratched from our rustic evolutions
And mix bold hues out of our darmnations
I remember loving you
In all heart of hearts
Hope day and night you care
I remember worrying about you
I remember how you make me laugh
I remember looking at you
In wishing the world could slow
For us , bring the hands of time back
So the heavens could solve us
Plan our lives in such a way
We will �t right in place
I remember telling you it's ok
That the fear is nowhere
That nowhere is everywhere
I remember holding your hands
I remember the warmth I felt
When your body touched mine
I remember not knowing
What to do with or without you
And praying to God to heal you
To let heavens convince you
To see the other side of lies
I remember falling sick
In the wild of my palm
In the palm of my pathos
And laying back in your hands
I remember you weeping
And burning the incense of time
And calling out my name in numbers
Sulking out the cold from the couch
Where I lay in unison with your primitive
I remember well your large eyes
As they stare miraculously at me
I remember the tears roaming freely
Not because of the pains
But the gains I could have
I remember leaving this world
Glowing in metallic silver
Shimmering in feathered �lters
I remember you crying for me
Beckoning for my energy
To slow down and stay down
Girl I will miss you
Goodbye my love
The time was four markets
When we were born
So tiny into this resemblance
Our spirit running like caravans
In a mangrove moon lit plain
The time was roving
In a solitary circumference
Bathed in an African sun dance
We were the dust that tinged
The footsteps of the dancers
That pounds the mosquito paradise
Again and again and again
Only yesterday eve I watched with
heart at rest the nebobola
Looming far within the shadowy
Shining of the Milky Way wary of
Findings in the stillness of joy and hope
for all the sons of sons of the land
Now what silent anguish �lls a night
More beautiful than then.
For earth's age of pain has come,
And all her sister planets weep,
Thinking of her �res of mourning
passing into dreamless morning
In this cycle of great sorrow for
The moments that we last
All along it was a hard conception
A blue headed cold deliver
All the bloodshed in my head
Threw my energy in the clan
gods please give me sanctuary
Inspire something I can believe
He said if only you stop the anarchy
The bright red lights of cacophony
Follow the beam and let it liberate you
In this land of symbolic ancestral connection
All through the late harmattans
All around the great four clan
The fever comes again and again
And the land cleansing continues
We accepted our faith with our own folly
And let the pogrom loose on our children
Claiming new souls of years past
Now we can no longer market uli on eke
Nor eat ugba with our grandchildren
Instead we taught them to �ght
To defend the legends of the fall
But is it just a sign of the times?
Gruelsome and centipedial denials
Keeping us awake all night
All its strong energy in us it �lls
In us it moves and still drains
Where were you when the
Clouds opened and poured vengeance
As rain and swept away our history
Our ancestral lands and clandestine consciousness
Marked by the timeless great Dibias
For the umuludu prophesies to manifest
Washed away every maternal gengons
Flooded away our naked souls
And used them as evil replacements
For the dead to play in our kinematics
Who would have thought this mayhem
Of yours delivered in primitive speeches
With no end but dotted renditions.
Where were you
When the evil came to town
To kill and maim all that stood
Take their place in the time stands
To carry us away to the land
That reshaped our thoughts
And remake our saddened truth
So when we came out to judge
We speak in a new voice of
Our land and everything change
Where were you when
They came in their número
All in blank and planned embers
To take our natural civilization
And creative divinations
Our civil and native rights
Our trepid women and sons
As spoils of a conceptual war
Make us pay our laboured cowrie
For the freedom that never came?
Tear and fear thus became our stitches
Homeland honour became hopeless horror
I knew i was a monkey
The day i went up the trees
The day my limbs let off
The grip of a brown earth
In a day full of promises
Made in an oily clay pot
Made for an innocent maiden
Towering up in the trees
As clear as a monkey sky
The earth waved at me
The day old leaves smiled
Cleverly rehearsing the days revelatory
The evening believed in me
Showing all my skill at once
Who will stop me now
Even the skies remained ease on me
As a pound of �esh with feet
Glued rhetorically to the sands
As the day grew old
I grew gracefully with it
In mind and in liquid body
My soul played the piano
As I danced in the trees
The grip in eternal marriage with
The alligator coated stem and stench
It's alive, the airy playground
It's here to stay and only
True life and freedom can live it