Obassi Nsi

Obassi Nsi


Obassi Nsi

Obassi Osaw

God gave me u

Yoruba warrior

U promised 1 day we bathe nude in Niger

Tripping off chard

Drink enough 2 believe in youth dreams

I stood beside u King

I the Queen

Beat a rhythm in my chest

On Djembe

I shall dance 4 u

In the deep night

I gather my flock and follow

Prophets who speak in tongues

Thought 2 be language forgotten

U king understand

Eyes of fire

Brother of blood

King fertility

I divine Queen housing yr seeds

Spring bloomed future generations 4 u

The time of the planter

Smell of myrrh

Vapors that wait 4 u and suffocate

In my house

Neighbors think we practice the whodoo

We might

Birth right from my Geechee grandpapa

Spinning verse like spider webs

Isolated into a space of their own

Drawstring venetians

Keeping the world from peeking

We perform love rites

I 4 u

U watched corner eyed

Until I was in front

Full belly

Naval protracted

Offering the tribe of Judah in a tomb of blood

Delivered jewels out the womb into yr arms

Obassi Nsi

Obassi Osaw


Lepadah
revised 2007

Reviews

[T.Obatala]

You must know by now that you have fast become my favorite writer of this genre, all bullshitting aside. My goal is to help you get published. Remember, ther is no chance meetings in this world. Full circle and all that.

Peace

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[Steve Thompson]

You are a good story teller, and I felt like the poem it self was a solid story. It was beautifully woven together, you have a unique style.