(For Abigail George and Su’Eddie Agema)
They meet at a spot
And intertwined destiny share
In variegated cadences
For each from the well of arts drinks
Are not all artists endowed with madness of some kind?
Do not all sing some music in some way?
To humanity the light of arts
the four-some radiates
From a candelabra of hearts that sheme
And hands that mould words
And brains that order intricate and potent verses
And tongues that draw out hidden talents from scholars
The wicked, writer, poet, and teacher
A quartet of madness
Each eargerly strives and toils
And rests not even at weekends
For when madness gets to the market place
It becomes incurable
As the wordsmith of Eastern Naija scribed
For work they must
Beating rhythms for eathly souls
Till the conversion of the Jews!
Okpara is an Author, Lecturer and Poet. He is an Editor at Okparaducationbooks.com