Sunday, 29 January 2017

I Gave A Her Hand of Fellowship By Akwu Sunday Victor

I gave her a hand of fellowship
I wanted us to be Adam and Eve
Stark naked in the garden of our home
I spent all my life scratching the earth
The needles of life pierced my fragile limbs
I became a salaaming coward before her people
They took long knives and punctured my pocket
And all the grains I gathered they sieved from me
And all these while, she cleaved to them
As they all feasted upon the grain I came with.
"Blood is thicker than water. Eat now, you and we
May not eat again when you have changed
Your home address."
I, my neck, became a giraffe
And my eyes became that of an owl's but I plodded
Until I came home with the laurel

I gave her a hand of fellowship,
When all around her friends lived
Husband and wife, I gave her a hand
And we were friends, I gave her a hand
When she washes the dishes, I our clothes.

I gave her a hand of fellowship
Then one day she ate the fruit
She plucked it from the lips of some poetess
And she ate the fruit and when I returned
From scratching the earth, I met status quo
Where is my meal and she showed me the door
Yes, the door to the kitchen. I am with your seed.
I laughed. I went. I brought. We ate. I laughed.
Then I remembered the words of sages,
'Give a leper a handshake and
He will reach for the elbow'. The elbow!
She has eaten the fruit. Her eyes opened.
I haven't. So, I laughed over all.

And then it came
The duty roster!
Morning
Husband. Wash dishes.
Evening
Wife. Cook the meal.
Next day.
Husband. This. Wife. That.
The roster. Timetable.
Friend. Lover. You are to me.
Friend. Lover. I am to you.
Give Eve breathing space
And she will dialogue with the devil
Give Eve a breathing space
And she will eat the fruit
Make her equal and she rides upon you.
We are partners. Friends. Partners.
Be what you want to be.
But you are my wife.
Are you not?
Now that makes the difference!

Akwu Sunday V. @2017

Meet The Poet:

Akwu Sunday Victor holds a degree in English and Literary Studies and is presently a post graduate student at Kogi State University, Anyigba.

HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE? BY UBAJI ISIAKA ABUBAKAR EAZY

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?
Well let me tell you
Your pouting lips gives me the jitters
And the heavy red lipstick
Make them look like that of a cockerel
I love the multiple shades of your skin
Yellow here, brown there and deep black below
Indeed, you are a paragon of beauty!

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?
With that nose ring reminding me of Mexican bulls
How did you make your eye balls
Look like that of a frozen fish?
And when I look at those fixed long eye lashes
Oh, I am reminded of my kid sister's doll
Your face runs so smooth
Powered by a generous dose of the foundation
Indeed, lucky am I to have found you!

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?
That fine brand of Brazilian hair on your head
The fine super glued nails painted blood red
Looking like bleeding flesh
And your pointed bust supported by cupped metals
Or is it your protruded bum packed up
To achieve a special effect on me that I should praise?
Indeed, your beauty lacks comparison!

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?
You should see yourself when you take snapshots
Those squinty eyes remind me of blind Hausa beggars
The twisted hands and legs can only compare with
Children infected with polio
And those lips pushed out as if for a kiss
Aahh, what do I say, they literally kill me
I saved all your pictures because
They invoke a smile on my face at all times
Indeed, what else could achieve such effect
If not pictures capturing beauty?

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?
Well, that person deserves a worse curse
Than that placed on Adam by God!
Haba madam! You are damn too synthetic and ugly!

Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2017