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Aug 2020 · 146
Lost Jewel
Lost Jewel

The cream of the land has been
slain
And the jewels flushed in the
drain

Tell it not in Abeokuta
Neither publish it in Uromi
Lest the Ancestors hear
and be dumb
Lest the claws of horror glean in
their tomb.

Listen,   you cursed bed of
Andalusia!
Let there be no gem nor laces
Be found draped further upon you.
For upon you the
jewel was lost.

You little wood of Lissa,
listen!
For being an accomplice to this
sin.
You have served a million invitation
hence,
To multitude of feet that shall
trudge upon your
silence.
October 23rd  2005 was a tragic day for Nogeria.  In fact a double tragedy because the Nation lost its First Lady Mrs Stella Obasanjo and another 117 people in an air crash. All 117 people aboard a passenger jet that crashed shortly after take-off from Lagos are dead, including several high-level Nigerian officials.



"The Federal Government announces with regret the unfortunate air crash of Bellview Airlines ... which resulted in the loss of life of all passengers and crew on board," a gov

Dismembered and burned body parts, fuselage fragments and engine parts were strewn over an area the size of a football field near the village of Lissa, about 30 km (20 miles) north of Lagos.
Aug 2020 · 226
Kindirimu Maid
Kindirimu maid
By Felix Nnamdi Obiekwe
Morning after morning I wait for her
For she must come from the Plains
Beyond the thousand Sandy dunes
I wait too for her melodious tunes
Composed amidst squeezing and squirting of Udder.
I wait too for her ware, the creamy Kindirimu.
I wait because, without it what else have I got?
She never fails even if the Sahara conducts congress
You must see her adorning her bright skimpy dress
Whether the plains are burning or chilling
There is often a calabash bowl upon her head
And a million accompanying fly's which I suspect
Are more enthralled than I am
This milk maid is a bundle of smiles
The eyes glittering like stars on a hazy sky
Infecting my mood even in miles.
Each time, I behold her I knew that somethings never lie.
This Poem Kindirimu Maid, is a eulogy for a milk maid. The porm was written years ago when I was sent to arid North East region of Nigeria for an official mission.
The word ', kindirimu ' is fulbe word for yoghurt.

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