Ashamed

Ashamed of Today?

On the sand of time

My mind hovered, for their names are bare

Aper Aku, Adasu,  Tarka, Tofi, Ianna, Awuna,A.A Ikyese, Golozo, Mama Kunu, Sam kpako

Perhaps where I live to live today

And I hope for times when our history of Gemade, Akume , Ayu, Saror, Hagher, Suswam, and  Ortom is recounted

Today may be today

Meshed in rising internet of things

Yet they so live and live

From cassettes to  CDs have Golozo , Tondo Kombur and co lived

With words like a just sharpened sword today and tomorrow they live again

So I kept Vigil at JS Tarka play pitch

So we yearned for children’s and independence day

I could perch their thoughts of old ways and the monument they left

Building to a new world ‘globalization’ and thinking deeply of us

But years and an antiquity I can’t see them growing to yearn

Wrecked like war thronged terrains so are the LGEA even in the rescue of SUBEB

So once waxing of yesterday have thronged today

Dreamed and nursed to live in CCG,Tofi and KCC

Have raised millions to a new world worse thronged by yesterday?

Let’s pause and shame

Even for those deep lines of hate and torture by mere Tiv lineage?

Shitile , sankera,  Tongov , kusuv, shorov , jenmbagh to Jechira ……

Are these ones not blood?

Yet they have no shield of peace but pain by sword, guns, destruction and death

Like wide fire now, welcome us to vacant homes

I look and look at Sankera, ravaging in gallows

For example

The history repeats, wrapped and served like “atemtyough”?

If only guns fallowed, would the names we name be living?

What if we hold the arrows? And refuel to serve the world the best Tiv meal?

I am pained and ashamed of today

Nevertheless, I join the queue to stand up

For a revolution of time

Altogether, let us start again

Than remain slaves to stomach infrastructure

If Benue were a Book

Benue

If I were to author a book titled
Benue
My thoughts will shatter
like glass bow to stones

If Benue were a book
I will write over 1976 pages
With such pain and struggle
To place the food basket where you were to be

I will spill the unwritten toils and feat
That feed the nation in every paragraph
North South East and West
Even to the wars that held the Midline

If I were to read the book, Benue
I will keep the lessons at 42
The pains and soul of the head
That has led you to ruins in every chapter

I will cry again at your untapped river-Benue

I will read loud the pages
That recount the agony
Of cries from farm lands to resting places and camps
for these lessons may recreate tomorrow

If we see them in today

May be I will wish Aku had stayed longer

For his memory lingers in every pleasing eulogy

For I wish I would borrow the ideas you lay there 6 inches below

For they have not taken your baseline to today

In every phrase or clause your few tongues would show deep cuts

If Benue were a book
If I were to author you
I will write a story of shreds from rising glory
And erase the pages with tragedy

I will stay on the banks of river Benue

And let all my tears wash your pains away with the water

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Thoughts from Poetry and Passion

Shattered but Pushing