THE CHRONICLES VOLUME 1

This poetry is about my time spent in Makurdi, and the long hot nights there last year 2014 when I went to write exam there.

From out of a feeble gray dawn
The sun crawled out of its hiding place
From across the hills
From across the hills of Andi-Ibila
Like a prisoner being forced to carry on with his daily chores
I was forced to welcome the rising sun.
If I had a choice
I would still be asleep like a lifeless statue.



With the company of songs from crickets
Who live just across the street
Fifty steps from my block
My night was filled with symphony of different kinds.



In my sober state of mind
I laid in a state of trance
And listened to the different songs
Being played by different little Djs
All through the night
As the hot april wind touched every inch of my body
With a slight sigh.



I prayed for rainfall
I prayed for a cold downpour
And wished for a cold breeze to caress my muscular body
Like the time my ex-girl friend got hooked on my body
Just like a heroine addict, on me she held on.



Oh, how I prayed for morning
Oh, how I prayed for a cool breeze to caress me
And the wind to tickle my soul.
I prayed for an escape ticket to get away from Makurdi
But being there in 2014 was like a forced marriage
With no future promise of a divorce.



But here I am in 2015
Reminiscing the hot nights in Makurdi
As I opened my eyes to the smiling face of the rising morning sun accompanied by a cool hamattan breeze in Oju
And the caressing touch it brought to my soul.