You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of … Continue reading On Death – Kahlil Gibran (One of the finest poems on death ever)
For whom are we searching? For whom are we searching? For Okigbo we are searching! Nzomalizo! Has he gone for firewood, let him return. Has he gone to fetch water, let him return. Has he gone to the marketplace, let him return. For Okigbo we are searching! Nzomalizo! For whom are we searching? For whom … Continue reading A WAKE FOR OKIGBO (A POEM) by Chinua Achebe
For Sephaa In an instant, the gourd was smashed Broken into irretrievable infinitesimal pieces Your world rocked on its axis Your steps faltered Wobbled for that tiniest fraction of eternity For what is time? But a fraction of eternity And when I, I thought indeed This load should seem a crippling weight Time passed. And … Continue reading We would be here (A Poem of comfort) By Agatha Aduro (for Sephaa Charles-Ayede) and For the Living, we cry at death ( a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
[for George Egbuchulam] The oxygen mask the tubes the tapes the poles and all those sachets of healing fluids dangling and dripping from them and the pain and the pain— your hand, gripping mine, trying to communicate the searing pain coursing through your body— did your hand gripping mine carry … Continue reading THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF AN UNANSWERED PRAYER (A Poem) by Hyginus Ekwuazi
(for my sisters, Annie and Rosarii Ngohide Gberikon) At grief’s graze Be strong Deferring death’s despair The inconsolable loss Losing us in a haze… Be strong Cry the wells of emotions away The best way to many miseries slay But stand forth on The glory of the sun Reminding us It could have been worse… … Continue reading BE STRONG
PREFACE: Many times we lose our loved ones and it feels like it is just soooo not right. We can’t believe it. We tend to put up our thoughts to honour them in what forms we can. It is at this point, that we write poems, make their pictures our profile pics, spread their cheer … Continue reading THE OBITUARY by Abigail George
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