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Poesy by Nobody: 9:22am On Nov 15, 2014 |
OLUCHUKWU – by Chukwuka Ozoffor A Poem Dedicated to Africa and my Love She is a typical African lady Suckled under her very dark vegetation Led by the Moon herself Felled into her cosy uterus Like some lumbering akpaka leaf Only and just to make an mpu and aru of aberration An extreme virtue of blood, flesh and Mmiri Okike She has her sensual pictures in Heavens Taken with the lightning flashes By Chukwu Okike Himself Sensational body Bathed by Chukwu Okike Himself In flex She moved down, about and up During downpours and for the thunderous music Then, she was still a youngster She is drunk from the blackish waters Tipsy, there is palm wine froth in her mouth Red lips painted with fresh palm fruit She consumes oil and yam and coco yam Her hairstyle is plaited with palm fronds The very much youngish ones of their kind She has arrows as breasts Erecting up Very straight up like some horizontal Mount Kilimanjaro Be you Ekwensu, the god of war Be you what When she shoots You surely would join her captives She is in short a Mami Wota The one that lives in Mmiri Nile She is black and of course beautiful The shine on her forehead Rises like Mmiri Okike Spreading into four as her limbs There are forest fires in her eyes Crescent hips Thighs like the red eve moon No man dares stare Against the compulsive veins to react She is oluchi The very handsome handwork of Chukwu Okike A watery queen of the Spirits The formlessness of perfection She is Ozichi A fairness that is but fixed Priceless, marketable and outstanding A descendent of royal beauty She is Love Her birthday suit is regalia A planet of its own Her legs are straight projected They are nothing gay Elegant movement that blows the mind Like that of Ani, the Earth goddess Her warm-press-hug alone As it is held unto Evident Converts from a coward With some specialized machine gun A warrior of liquid shooting She owns a round mug That is oval and straight A kinda a pretty calabash Married with her drinking mug Her presence and her being Like some sweet fat yams on harvest Sends the farmer’s praises to his chi She heals the world’s sorrows She is naturalness beyond explication Paltry words are merely meagre Have fallen short the large extent of her analysis She is a goddess in the midst of the living Some gods’ faculty of consciousness And the soul of illumination A demi-goddess whom immortals themselves too desire. |
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