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UDUMA KALU
I am still eager
I have kept late nights scattering speeches in moonlights and tall flowers had answered in silence
I have recited, evoked the spirit of the wise, wild and water ---and tall flowers had mirrored your silence
My toes have tossed the mid-night dances along dark paths deep contours lit by fire- flies... I have encountered the spirits of the nights And I'm still eager
In the day time When kidnappers tiptoed with big bags of slavery I have wandered searched along lengthy paths I have stumbled, recoiled, Groped beneath big trunks... asked questions and I have broken the pot of silence ... my first visit
But the mountain still mounts The mountain builds mounds after a climb
I may be the wandering tiger I may be the expectant beast I may be the lion prowling And each mount reinforces my quest
I am still eager For I have broken the pot of silence I am still eager For the mountain has less sand to mount.
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