While under Iroko of memories, we dreamt..There, the chestnut laughter broke on us..
Below peaked crests of riveted rocks,
We trek through deserted lands,
The dehydrated soil, mired,
The unbearing vines, roof-tall,
And thriving seedling of dried and sour Oranges,
Groping on the torrid-teeth
Of the dark, without beacon sun to path,
Or the overpassing breeze from Sahara,
From thirst to hunger, skelped by plaque,
From ridge to ridge in surmise,
We longed about,
About barren homes bequeathed
To the silence of our children, fingering
To nothingness of crepuscular clouds.
They wondered for rains,
For times of companionship
And, like land loping grave-robbers Probing,
Ripping through the suburb-yards, Seeking,
We tilled out pebble crumps eaten by ants,
Feeble and vain with wounds, we itched
Bled from our blood sucked by the leech.
While under Iroko of memories, we dreamt,
We saw a camp fire we circled in warmth,
There, the chestnut laughter broke on us,
Sown in sand, bulbing from morn
To sun in season blossom, but we dream.
O come rains!
O come rains!
Our harvest baskets are full of pain,
Sobbing through deserted lands.
A boy snuffling with flare to sky,
Acrid smell of cracked
Heaven-rumbles thunder in mighty
Ocean-noise of rains
Into the womb of our languid bones. Upon
eagles’ wings we measure out
And tears, scattered along
Boulevard of famine, now wet
With palm-oil from the sky.
Now we shall hoe our lawn,
While the showers bathe us with love.
We rest under our sun-rise smiles.
Francis Annagu is a 400-level student of Political Science at the Kaduna State University, Kaduna, Nigeria. His poems have appeared in Tuck Magazine, Galway Review, Kalahari Review, Black Pride Magazine, read on Black Satin Radio (an online radio), Poets in Nigeria (PIN). He is from Ninzo tribe in Sanga Local Government.