Beloved River Niger,
colourless and pure,
as wide as the desert sand,
when the wind blows,
you fold into waves like ploughed ridges
colourless and pure,
as wide as the desert sand,
when the wind blows,
you fold into waves like ploughed ridges
When the sun
paints your wet bosom
with his golden straws
you are as pretty
as a blind man's sight
paints your wet bosom
with his golden straws
you are as pretty
as a blind man's sight
True, the stars
are watching, lending
their lights while your limbs sleep walk
through and through the silent nights
are watching, lending
their lights while your limbs sleep walk
through and through the silent nights
You give life too
to mammals, to reptiles,
to the first of times,
to the time we see
and to the times that will be
to mammals, to reptiles,
to the first of times,
to the time we see
and to the times that will be
©
Ogbole Miracle Gift
[As
edited by Chidinma Ahika]
About
the Writer
Ogbole
Miracle is a young steward of the pen. She is currently a
J.S.S 2 student of Eagles Educational
Centre, Uselu, Benin City. She is a poet and playwright. And she is working
on the manuscript of her play titled "Making Hay."
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