LONGING THOUGHT - BY John Chizoba Vincent


To Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Do you remember Sade?
Do you remember yesterday we flew kite
At the cloudy street of Ibadan?
Do you remember how I channeled your 
Thought to those boys who went and never 
Returned home with their beds of happiness.
Do you remember Sade and Kemjy?
Those you said that have steps to every beat,
Not in this season shall a lizard grow hair.
You said Kemjy's body was a dream and
Sade' was a song to the nightingales at night.
Do you remember those pictures of Ibadan we took?
You were having no front teeth and your
Mother said you sold them for a seed of groundnut.
I was able to slide into your thought at dawn,
Do you still remember the meatless meal we ate 
Together at the feast of breasting lunch.
Those were our dreams to build a home,
Those were our hope to hope for a home;
A home to call a home not a forest of sins.
Do you remember the poem you wrote to Kemjy?
Do you remember asking Sade of her Oriki?
Do you remember breaking her waist beads?
She was a laughter in your lips,
You were a singer at her door.
Of a lighter smile, how is Ibadan now?
Those houses we built, are they still there?
Children and wife,nko?
Never knew that Kemjy will carry your generation!
Take a chill pill
Reply quickly before you peel,
Those ripples of fate is still here
Drowning in my longing thought of us.


© John Chizoba Vincent

From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The origin of African Drama and Theatre with Salient Elements from Selected Plays by Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

African drama and theatre started to emerge in Africa continent when British came to make their affairs of life imposed on Africans. They came with ideas; religion, education, business transaction, making Africa a raw material place where their solid land was built up by it. Through this, African lifestyle changed and wore another garment because of the predicament at the advent of British. Though Africans had their normal dramatization (in form of folklore), their experiences for the coming of British always feature in the African drama and theatre that was inherited from Europeans. The origin of African drama and theatre based on traditional, history, and contemporary dramatic forms in Africa which range from sacred or ritual performances to dramatized storytelling, literary drama, or modern fusion of scripted theatre with traditional performance techniques. The diversity in performances is as a result of massive spread of cultures and traditions in each country. A lot of t
Read more

OLUỌRAN[i] - BY OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED

Tell town crier of the day and cock to crow at dawn There is in my room Mushroom The one which witch wishes, Much there is in Mushroom Who says you are not much in pot? Tell them there is much, To those that do not know this world, even If thousands cannot full their will Tell you are the source for sauce Swelling husband’s head To swallow mounts of yam; pounded For those who know not Tell you are the ingredient Of wife in her spouse’s house No sauce without you Mushroom more source Source for sauce, A woman without happiness When much is not in the room Who says you are not holy? Tell them your cloth is white Tell them you are a saint Purely you appear to your beggars’ wishes. Not you, they only taint themselves With their haste, just to taste, Even thousands of your legions can’t Quench the thirst of their greed, Say you do not unholy Who says you are short? Tell them You are the compass That architect thrill;
Read more

SCEPTRE OF LETTER - Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Carve it in lines, Not in marble; Sceptre of letters, Shaper of worlds. Paint it in gold, Not in silver; Sculpture of the sun, Giver of light. Keep it yet aflight, O spirits of winds, This dove of peace Must never be caged. Quench but not, blower of air, This flaming fire, insight of truth.  (For prof. Segun Adekoya) 
Read more