by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa
a) Word’s Weaver
for J. E
These words are glassed
in moon –
relics of this generation,
to be preserved.
No more roses.
These suffice a thousand bouquets.
Why won’t I, these words in my palm,
walk with blossom head
and a smile?
by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa
On this stable earth, afresh every morning,
You peeked at our fore-fathers trekking
Side by side on the barbed seal of being.
You saw Noah’s Flood, the wars of the world;
Saw blood flowed to a flood; man scorched to desert mould;
Earth parted, sea bellowed and roared
Eating up life; thunder applauded fierce wind turns
In crowded places; and [...]
by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa
Like life
Vice begets vice.
Watch with prudency
You do not get it.
It could just be the penicillin
From the pharmacist.
by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa
Hope
Hope is a caged bird
that sings –
but goes and never comes
when it is freed.
And so too is
sorrow.