CRICKET IN THE ANTIQUE

I heard you singing through the night
You made the evening beautiful
And the grass resting for the night
Who could have thought you sing so well?
Like the daily bread man need in life to excel
You are as pretty as the angel sing
Wish I could understand the words you sing
I would stop by and listen as spent a beautiful day
Harbor you in my heart a friend to forever stay 

© Akan Udofia E. 2014

TRIBUTE TO DORA NKEM AKUNYILI

A poem Dedicated to Dora Akunyili, a great leader rare in Nigeria and a visionary

What can Nigerians say?
How much tears can we shed?
For greatly the earth grieved
Morning is no longer in our midst
Dust left in our heart never to be washed
You were a mother many never had
Always out with a good heart

All the roses plucked in our lives
Can never bring back your love, warm thoughts and affection in our lives
You were like a dove flying over an ocean
Your reflection echoes on all nations
You made our dreams come through
You chased our nightmares away
And selflessly fought for the less privileged and gave your pride away

Our hearts aren't big enough to contain your departure
For you were the cloud above our nation
You never doubted your leadership for our nation
And purged out the nemesis of a great nation, Nigeria
You left footprints uneasy to fill
For heaven your glory is degree
You have painted a picture in our heart
A priceless memory of the long and graceful life you had

I now believe in heroes, for you are as special as an angel
I could sense you smiling down from heaven
For you are finally in a place meant for angels
My only wish is someday I get to hug you
A long hug so the sun will never fade in my life
Rest in peace, for you fought a good fight and the enemy defected
Because of you a new Nigeria is created
Adieu our illustrious mother, sister and matron
For we love you from the depth of our heart but God loves you more

© Akan Udofia E. 2014

RISE AND FALL

At sunrise, I walked by the stream not far to the river

I could see the beauty of the sun

The weather wasn't warm despite the harmattan season is gone

Somehow the wind still carries in it a sense of love

Though roses are not grown where I am from

The birds sing pretty well whenever it's dawn

I am used to carrying my emotions with me where ever I go

But after today I will be dressed in silk with the scent of a river

For there wouldn't be any shadow or footprint where I fall

© Akan Udofia E.