1959 -/South African March 15, 1959) is a Nigerian poet and novelist. Having spent his early childhood in London, he and his family returned to Nigeria in 1968. He later left for England, embarking on studies at the University of Essex. He has received honorary doctorates fro
Living is a cross That any one of the rock-faces Comprehends.
We are drawn To many seas. We drown wholesomely In the failures of confrontation. The rain Drenching Our doorsteps Has nothing to do With the simplest desires And lacerations We bring To the smallest acts Of living.
The child On the broken catwalk Hearing the sounds of our hunger Without understanding Throws echoes back To the earliest abandonments Of love.
Minor devastations preceding Horror Resonate the ineffable. The mothers that wake At the slightest sound And the fathers that Smoke all night And the rest of us who are Vigilantes from the demons Of oppressed sleep Find at dawn the clearest Images of bewilderment. Even the best things Collapse beneath the weight Of ignorance.
Living is a fire That any one of the wave-lashes Comprehends. ___ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
After the wind lifts the beggar From his bed of trash And blows to the empty pubs At the road's end There exists only the silence Of the world before dawn And the solitude of trees.
Handel on the set mysteriously Recalls to me the long Hot nights of childhood spent In malarial slums In the midst of potent shrines At the edge of great seas.
Dreams of the past sing With voices of the future. And now the world is assaulted With a sweetness it doesn't deserve Flowers sing with the voices of absent bees The air swells with the vibrant Solitude of trees who nightly Whisper of re-invading the world.
But the night bends the trees Into my dreams And the stars fall with their fruits Into my lonely world-burnt hands. _