jarcher54

Nigerian Dream: For Christopher Okigbo

I dreamed there was a poet

A man who loved words and rivers

I dreamed him--no one on this earth,

On this hard, heavy earth,

Writes like that, smiles like that

Brings joy and tears like that

I dreamed he carried a thousand scrolls

Piled in his arms up to his brain

And he began to give them to us

But after a precious few scrolls were unrolled

A trumpet called, and he turned away,

And the remaining scrolls became a rifle

Thunder roared, drums pounded

me awake, and he was gone. 

 

Comments5

  • dusk arising

    And still the drums pound.
    Impotent as I am in this struggle for human rights i am supportive. Many opressive regimes have been contested and replaced in my lifetime. Let us hope that the succeeding regime is more "of the people and for the people".

    An excellent tribute to a poet of the people.

  • L. B. Mek

    I second everything that Dusk Arising so eloquently stated,
    a great service you have done in penning this write to highlight a cause and suffering (I assume) you are far removed from - here be pure empathy, exemplified perfectly!

  • Michael Edwards

    Ifeanyichukwu (Have I spelt that correctly?) is a great poet and deserves recognition. This is a super scribe on the same subject matter - great work jarcher.

    • jarcher54

      I wanted to put in a good word for our MPS contributor as well as call attention to what is happening in Nigeria and honor Christopher Okigbo, with whom I was slightly acquainted, since he was a friend and colleague of the better-known author of "Things Fall Apart" Chinua Achebe.

    • germanamericanchurch

      Wow - true tribute:)

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful words about a fine person. Like d a, I too have seen many oppressions in my life , one day the will of the people will maybe come to the fore.

      Andy



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