Obododimma Oha
so the deadlines want me dead
Work with, work for, work at, work on A life ticks away, ticks a way Through fire and water Through thick and thin
I have chewed water, knowing It sports tough muscles
One-legged cricket must start a trip early Before the ants Rule the restless tracks And the whistling evening wants it dead
Work for, you are worked on Through the gauntlets of power, Waiting for the worst run
Deadlines Deadlocks Duties for the desperate evenings Of goats and unwilling tethers
Dead fodders awaiting removal Mornings, before ritual : The humble giving and the proud taking
Deadlines of texts Of meetings before meetings Meetings for meetings Motions in emotion for deadlines and dead men
Out of the Depths
In the silence of the ekwuru Burns an eternal fire Out of the sacred depths Agwu rises, trembling with songs
Time to time the time
Ekwe calling, opi calling:
Odi-efe-adi-mbuli Odi-efe-adi-mbuli
There, the floating shadows Have reached the threshold Fierce and forceful like death
The moment comes, the spirit walks tall Into the hall of mirrors To lift the Ofo
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