ZONE POETICA

This poem is dedicated to a lady whose promptings actually propelled me to start blogging!So this is my way of saying a big THANK YOU to her!For certain reasons, i will not state her name here but i trust that when she does get to read this, she will be delighted! Take care, all!


TELL HER
Tell her
America is the land of dreams
Nigeria, her blood
Thicker than water

Is it not the land naija?
Where you did things;
Bare footed, bare-chested
Happy, unfettered
Under moonlight’s watchful approval
Where meal times
Were not mean times.
Fish oil escaping
From between grinning teeth
Leaving imprints (near lasting)
On raiment and heart
Amongst kinsmen and women

But I still understand you
Even though you speak
In strange tongues
They say you’ve been
Bitten by American bug
So you have new friends
Who write and speak like you do
Of signs and letters
That leads to more
Signs and letters, complex
T-e-k-i-n-o-l-o-g-y is good
Since it gives us power
To see your face,
Make out your frame
Hear your voice,

However the optimists may try
Machine spirit cannot
Rival kindred spirit
And always remember that
That bounce in your stride
Bears its roots from
your sense of African pride
So go to the uttermost parts
If you must, but please listen
To that still small voice
That tells you
Home is where your heart is.

Tell her
America is the land of dreams
Nigeria, her blood
Thicker than water