THE TOWN CALLED DIOGBE

A eulogy poem you must read

Behold the town called Diogbe,
The land valleys, plains and mountains deck.
The land many a seed envy,
To germinate, and grow from.
The land arable fruits are born.
The land peace and love illumines.
The land holds firm and warm,
With rope of unity and love.
The land many foreigners envy,
For oneness and progress of her inhabitants.

Behold the mighty ever smiling Diogbe,
One of, if not the most, peaceful,
Lovely community igbo-etiti begets.

Behold the evergreen looking Diogbe!
The town called Ngalakpu ab initio.
The viviparous town that breeds giants,

Giants not only in size, but in minds.
The wisdom-driven town that knows,
How best to breed and her children rear.
The town made to be known by all,
For the explosive turn of progress,
Of her children, home and abroad.

Behold the gigantic hospitable home.
The beloved town of the poet.
The town many a poet should tour,
To pluck her unique sweet, fresh,
And succulent fruits of her resourceful endowments.

Behold the notable town where love dwells.
The land that breeds and rears,
The quality minds that do not bite,
The fingers that fed them as many do.
The land that battens on ugwudielemagu,
Solely before the advent of the white.

These and many a beautiful thing,
You must in Diogbe see when you tour,
The peaceful town of the town,
As long as the poet and I know….