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Title: Roasted Yam: Disoriented
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Form: 2-4 -6
Lines: 15lines
Theme: African charm
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Spirits
Of the dark world
Beckoned thy evil deeds.
Off shades
And widen hands
To get thee back to roots.
White chalks
And roasted yams
Gets thee back home to farm.
Reasons;
To silent hymn
Yet singing lines to him.
Often;
Things turn deep red,
Leaving him disoriented.
Walking by the roads Of muddy pot holes Tax I paid for poles Turned their cash for shows, Working unfit roads For winds, cars and…
At the rush hours Traffics is slow Loud sound, light blinks Movements and flow For creams, roads leak Cars clear, so quick The links, they…
In my dark hood A golden moon Always come soon. A drop reflect Vultures blindbat Got voted last night. Beautiful mirror Pleasant odour Rags on…
Illustrious with no clavicle puncture Yet your caricature is a vulture On our future you rest your furniture, Your raw ambitions those empty an Ocean…
Roasted yam is a series of poem I wrote… Scheduled and published daily from July 16 -22, 2017. It’s written around an African traditional charm. Every language might have theirs. One of my days in Ika land, I learnt that parents or relatives use charms to bring their love ones back home. If they roast a yam, the love one would return from overseas to eat of it. But most times this dark act, leaves the returnee disoriented and often leads to death. Enjoy.
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