Obododimma Oha

 

 

 so the deadlines want me dead

 

 

 Work with, work for, work at, work on

A life ticks away, ticks a way

Through fire and water

Through thick and thin

 

 I have chewed water, knowing

It sports tough muscles

 

 One-legged cricket must start a trip early

Before the ants

Rule the restless tracks

And the whistling evening wants it dead

 

 Work for, you are worked on

Through the gauntlets of power,

Waiting for the worst run

 

 

 Deadlines

Deadlocks

Duties for the desperate evenings

Of goats and unwilling tethers

 

 Dead fodders awaiting removal

Mornings, before ritual :

The humble giving and the proud taking

 

 Deadlines of texts

Of meetings before meetings

Meetings for meetings

Motions in emotion for deadlines and dead men

 

 

 Out of the Depths

 

 In the silence of the ekwuru

Burns an eternal fire

Out of the sacred depths

Agwu rises, trembling with songs

 

 Time to time the time

 

 Ekwe calling, opi calling:

 

 Odi-efe-adi-mbuli

Odi-efe-adi-mbuli

 

 There, the floating shadows

Have reached the threshold

Fierce and forceful like death

 

 The moment comes, the spirit walks tall

Into the hall of mirrors

To lift the Ofo

 

                                               

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