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A CREEK CANOE CRUISE

At first we were rowing and flowing effortlessly with the hasty dance of the water through our creek before the hyacinths started running everywhere like a drunk driver
I heard great and lovely captivating tales of Adegbe lake from Grandma as I decended on 3 big madiga and dried aloma fish

As a kid I saw smooth strokes and paddle's play as fun
as the water's rhythm kept my eyes hooked as we guide and force our way through the water hyacinth colonized creek
Some foliage hugged the canoe edge and some married our paddle

I saw nature's excellence and it's aesthetic esthesiogenic pledge
Sun's warmth, gentle breeze and the lovely Grammy sweet songs of birds
I enjoyed seeing the ripples our canoe created , and the fact that it was my first time entering a canoe kept me lively
Canoe cruise was a moment to seize.




Ouseibai Bright Ebi
27/04/2023
The night creeps because I miss you

The depth of the night creeps upon our isolation
I miss you just as the moon misses noon
Only chants of thought and emotions prevail like the ripples of a disturbed river testifying borders carved that never allow french kisses tarry

Missing you is like an electromagnetic waves that shuns vivid feelings imprisoned by circumstance
Oh ! hell is mine

Will the sighs and whispers ever sieze ?
Will they be like M.K.O Abiola and 1992 ?
I miss you
But not in my traditioned dreams that are fueled in commitments


The night is creeping because I miss you
And the day is shy and sessile
Your visage has never spared any of my creeping nights, just like the insects and the nectar.


By Ouseibai Bright
Missing someone is just like been on a life support machine that has limited oxygen and it is leaking
AN ODE OF MY DEATH (Beyond Eulogy)

When my heartbeat fades, and silence claims
Your tears will fall, but were they there when I bore the pains?
A grand funeral procession, a slow mournfully, tearfully and dolefully pace
But where were you when I begged for a helping hand with a keenly gentle face?

In life's darkest hours, I cried out for aid
But your deafness left me shattered, and my soul betrayed
No comforting words, no guiding light
Left to face the shadows, alone in the endless night
I can't hear your emotional hymns and I can't  see your tears because I am deaf and blind to life

Oh, cruel world, where death unlocks your hearts
But in life, my pleas were met with cold, detached parts
You'll eulogize my fleeting days, with hollow praise
But I needed love, care, and warmth in life's desperate ways

A coffin adorned with flowers, a farewell show
A million naira spent on Izon Ebi's musical flow
But what of the tears I shed, the sleepless nights I bore?
Did you care then, or only now, in death's solemn score?

Not now, when my voice is stilled, my choice gone
Why did you wait until my final breath was drawn?
I longed for love, for aid and for care
Not just a dignified farewell, with empty air
Like the folktales of a crocodile tears

You weep for me, but what of those still alive?
Those struggling, crying, begging to survive?
Their heart beat with mine, their tears falling like rain that doesn't touch the ground
Do you hear their pleas, or only mourn the dead in vain?

Ouseibai Bright Ebi
30th/10/2024
The irony of life

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