Wednesday, July 6, 2011

WHERE IS THE BREATH OF FRESH AIR?

A hundred and fifty millions noses sniffing the air
Searching for the fragrance that is not there
They go snif, sniff; father, mother and the brood
For our Shepherd had Luck and he was Good


A breath of fresh air we sought;in the dark we groped
Unlit candles in our calloused hands; and we hoped
For the wind to blow in the fragrance of roses
And sweep away the stench pinching our mucused noses


We placed our marks beside the faces; our eggs in the basket
For we hoped that they end not in wooden caskets
We drank the gift of the sun with parched throats
And guarded our painted marks with armoured oaths


Now our noses are twisted like the aged oak in my village
We have twisted them; first with hope and now with rage
We smell nothing now for our runny noses are stopped
By the odour of the farts their buttocks have dropped.


We have fallen from the heated pan into raging flames
And our souls have been scared from our hungry frames
We hear not for our ears are deaf from the thunder
We flee for we are yet unready for the journey under


Is this the breath of fresh air we sought?
When we spoke with one voice; daring the wrath
I smell no fragrance but the aroma of barbecue on fire
Barbecue of brothers and sisters; grilled with their desire


When shall we breathe the breath of fresh air?

10 comments:

  1. David Ugah LawrenceJuly 6, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    Wonderful piece bro. Hmmmm! For the sake of many who believed, may good meet luck fresh air to give.Wonderful piece bro. Hmmmm! For the sake of many who believed, may good meet luck fresh air to give.

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  2. thank you sire. i appreciate your comment

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  3. when shall we fresh air breath?
    I love the cascade you employed in this piece, i couldn't help but sniffle along with all as your pen takes us from the dreamed to the deed; Now our noses are twisted...By the odour of the farts their buttocks have dropped...and the fragrance of brothers and sisters; grilled with their desires.

    this piece is a breath of fresh air.Great work bro.

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  4. this poem is nailing the nail on the head. (Igbo accent)

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  5. We need more of this refreshing poem. So for those that believe in frsh air come with good luck rather than hard work and good track record will think twice by 2015

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  6. yes, we need to think twice. thank you

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  7. smh... such irony. i just saw the time this was written and smh...

    love d juxtapositioning of words n imagery.

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