Ogbunigwe

Born of the brightest days, the sun shone, 
Irreplaceable's, a bin, stuck with memories of thee.
Abounding in liberal love

Fair, overbearing and forgiving,

Reasonable, rational and ravishing

Appealing and pleasing

While the long for the usurper me out of self-hold

To Thy powers, show forth a sign.

An assurance, yon! My hero, I shall behold.

In my cardiac part, an empty inn.

Fill in it, hopes of the return.

Oh priceless poor fellow.

The strong-arm physic, another apple in Eden.

Have ye been chopped by another Eve?

A mystery known or unknown to those gone.

An adventure for the unborn and those left.

Where art thou!

Art thou naked?

Hearken to the voice of ye cherished.

Through the storm, thy path home, find.

To the arms of thy Lolo.

With eyes strained and sullen, 

Looking on for the return,

Pinning for my hero's fragrance

Staying put to thy course and existence

Standing on, helplessly for all still standing.

Impoverished and into a no name where bundled.

Thy princess is a broken flesh like a boat wrecked.

An unbroken spirit still, upholding the pride and Come home and be again, my home.

A tunnel! Be it a map to hope!

Craved to Magma and back for the

I shall run to meet the heroic kiss to be whole again

Come full today and not half again.

And stay my domicile, brightest sun.

Author: Chimmuanya Alieze-Oshim