I fly not on wings of folly Nor in self deceit Destroying my person I hover not on smeared words Of Vulturous mission Nor on Kiteous skill on mother hen I swaive on wings of truth Surging through the horizon Souring high above the orbit.
I fly across weathers: Through the sun Through the rain High in clouds above the winds Finding my strength on will Favouring my cause on trust Trusting my vision with precisions. Like the eagle to the eaglet I spread my wings of love Conquering Tribes, Nations, Continents, Race,Religion and Heights. Thus i fly to reign. BY OTUOGBODOR, OKEIBUNOR.
In the Beginning By Otuogbodor,Okeibunor
In the beginning I am branded the hope of there expectations At my birth, divinations attest to it And libations gave seal to this fact. My training and experiences confirmed it For I lighten the world as a medical doctor Shaking the earth with my appointment at the state Hospital; “He is our son, a great son,I weaned him at birth” “Yes,I remembered him, he use to run around necked” “And cry on our way to the stream.” Such was the echoes of the joy and solidarity in there voices. But here I am mangled in diversity of ill-treatments. Not I but the system. Surforcating and subjugating the hope that liven them; Headace, fever, stillbirth, no drugs, fake drugs, vomiting, More death,------------------- the list is endless. The healer needs healing, for the torch bearer is in-search of light This is the crossroad of there faith that was not In the beginning.
SMILES BY OTUOGBODOR, OKEIBUNOR.
A peep at the clouds A dance with the moon A view of the skies A berth in the sun A flash of the blues A soak in the rain A wave of the breeze A cheer(s) with the lips A life flow of the spirit A health to our souls ………………………. ………………………. ………………………. Of these celestial harmony Oh! Terrestrials……….. Dance, glo, wave& cheer In this ballet of time The rhythm of the hearth; Our soul’s joy The mindscape at peace A display in our faces.