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"A Swamp Ago” (from Crude Waves of the Delta)

Posted by Chris Onyema on 11/4/2009 1:48:50 AM |

Written by: Chris Onyema








                    



 



Ekine,
do you still remember



The
days in Oguta, by the lake daisy,



When
humus rose to meet our noses?



When
butterflies fluttered flowered wings



And
cherished green romance,



Flowing
from nectar to nectar?



 



Then,
the clear Sagbama sky



 Came down and danced



On
the liquid floor



Of
the deep blue lake,



Flowing
in watery steps



That
the waves built.



 



Rails
of decorative foliage



Tangled
along its green walls



Of
impenetrable groove,



 Hedged by huge tropical trees



 And enormous trunks.



 



Then
fingerlings teased kingfishers



 Neighboring the winging waves of butterflies,



 Slices of winged chubby cherubs



 That fanned the tangled green lush.



 



By
the point where Ogbuide and Urashi meet,



The
mudflat whispered freely to the crab,



And
the water snail trading in things



Unknown
recoiled, shy,



Relishing
every thin thing



 



Over
there, the edible periwinkle



Glided
from mud to mud



And
hissed in the sweet bluff,



The
taunting bluff of a coy lover,



Toying
with creek emotions.



 



Do
you still remember?



How
we rehearsed the permission verse



That
hopeful children knew



Over
meals-in-waiting?



Together
we sang to the faithful



Thatch
for lunch permission
:



 



Mother
farming,



Father
fishing,



Tekena
singing



Ekine
singing,



For thatch
time to set:



Is it
lunch time yet
?



 



Then, the sweet cool breeze caressing



The hallowed scape petted the strands



Of willing thatch and both waved approval.



Then we throttled



From peace scape to peace scape,



Then we flitted



From fish shore to fish shore,



And savored the hallowed



Frangipani of the wetlands.



 



That was a swam ago…Ekine,



When oil was not crude



 When the
delta calm palm greased our lives and rubbed in oily vision



When we were not hounded like hunts in harmattan
harm



When we were not elfed, agipped and mobilled;



Chevroned and toally shelled to ashland



By crude companies living up to their names



 



My Brother, this swamp after shells….



We tread cautiously on the many pipelines of
pressure,



Flown in federal feats everywhere, numerous,



Like fireflies of flare furrowing poverty in Patani…



We must tread cautiously for we are very
responsible.



If anything goes wrong,  Ekine, Delta is responsible.



 



Government is irresponsible !