Echoes from the Heart: The Anaemic Angel

“Enweghi ihe emere ndi uwa meta ha nma!”

Critical…

Alas, when all was gloomy and dark

A virtue it seemed

Sparking forth from the depth of darkness

A light of hope

A voice for the people

Transcending above the reaches of ethnicity and religion

Capturing the deep yearning of true citizens

Cynical….

A good virtue turned bad

The new trend of events relegating you to the stands

Stronger minds rising higher

Their dependence on your light hidden from a heart blinded by a covetous veil

Their every action arousing a deep sense of disapproval

Cheeky and Petty remarks

Delirious write-ups promoted on slapdash boards

Sarcastic…..

A protracted stage of a virtue turned vice

Huge approbations coating well constructed jibes

A mass mockery of sincere achievements

Sadistic smiles adorning a face enriched with underlying hate

Ensuing a downward spiral

The witch hunt...

Paving way for a return to the reaches of ethnicity and religion

Alas citizen…

For once, a true nationalist you were

Striving to knit the pieces of this broken entity together

Alas citizen….

For now you drain blood and strength from the cause

Your words, a hot scalding knife slicing the knits so painfully done

Alas citizen…..

For till the cause is rid of your kind

A sure failure it races to embrace!

©   Nd Obi

...The Western Chronicles - The Diamond Princess

Beautiful...sincerely beyond pretty
Enchanting...brilliant and diligent
Never playing catch up...
Her musings deeply scintillating and satisfying
Against strong tides....her voice, our way home
Prophecies of her....once a faraway dream
Now, a reality

Sparking feverish seizures
Her breath...her eyes
Shattering every thread of sanity
Demanding total control
Quelling all ideas of rebellion
Her touch....
Burning....incising an itching sensation
The inner workings of our being, roused in an endless turmoil
Beckoning helplessly for the end...yet enjoying every step

Engaging....yes
Her intelligence...far above her peers
Lovely melody for the Captain
Prying deep the very depth of his knowledge

Embarrassing....yes
Her wisdom...making her elders hide in ignorance
Very deep....devoid of arrogance
Like a magnet...attracting thirsty souls to her court

Completely overwhelming....yes
Her love...like never before experienced
Thick....encompassing.....yet never choking
Like every other.....fairly demanding
Unlike commonly known ones....very forgiving
Never aiming to diminsh existing value
Always willing to increase 
A great love...yet unexpectedly sweet
Devoid of heart crunching sorrow and bitterness
The perfect aphrodisiac for the Captain
Pitting him energetically against the frequent sea storms
His weakness....yet, the very core of his strength

Oh Diamond princess....!
A heart warming smile you constantly evoke
Your place in the forth coming voyage pretty reserved
For the very presence of you....our deepest desire
The perfect Jewel...offering a completeness to the décor of our hearts!

©  Nd Obi

Echoes from the Heart: The distressed Trinity

A collation of despairing interests and dreams

Wielded by the ever strong desire to control

To limit the strong….to project the puny

A system set to fail the masses from the very start

Yet enrich the white bearded witches

From the far reaches of the dry highlands

A bunch shrouded by a dark way of life

So deep rooted….sentinels they’ve appointed

Ever vigilant against the inventions of the white witches

A strong stance it is…

Yet a weakness exploited by their ill meaning shepherds

Driving their sheep over the cliff of hatred and intolerance

Militias and an absence of reason they daily ration

Yet, a strong sense of brotherhood

The desire for earthly things entirely lost

Yet perceivably, the wheels of power theirs to control

A people far from reality…..disillusioned and barbaric

Rising with the sun from the Far East

A people prided with itchy hands, feet and minds

A deep love for earthly things

Spurred by a strong desire to progress

Diligent, smart, adventurous and slightly dubious

An Achilles heel….forever pitting themselves against each other

Brotherhood lost…..a weakness exploited by their envious neighbors

A strong scent of arrogance…

To their peril….the loss of a place in power

Sending them to a timeless sleep

Casting their future in the trinity into uncertainty

In wait for the day they awake from their slumber

The day they restore their love for one another

Standing at a distance from the turmoil

A people set within the falling limits of the sun

Deep routed in their ways….

Yet, a stronger romance with the inventions of the white witches

A strong sense of brotherhood….lasting over the years

Like one big family, internal strives kept within

Halls of power and control carefully stolen with time

A banner to pass on to future generations

The very accord of the trinity….very much not their agenda

Hostile salutations bestowed on their neighbors

Lest they rip them of their perceived heritage

The distressed Trinity

A triploblastic entity on course to a more permanent transformation

Deluded in their belief of superiority

Other entities ignored….

The bloodied Delta….the central people

Ever angered by their arrogance

The distressed Trinity

A mistake by the white bearded witches….

Set to fail the masses from the very start

Yet enrich their pockets….

If only for once you could have your eyes opened

The handwriting on the wall will surely make itself visible

So an end to this senseless marriage….your new agenda to become!

©   Nd Obi

Echoes from the Heart: Tears of Blood...

Tears of blood

Tensions rising

Our hearts persistently troubled

Matchets, clubs and sticks

Butchered heads and amputated limbs

Cornered in houses glowing with red flames

Our very skin charred till we scream no more

Tears of blood…

Streaming down our chicks in ceaseless columns

News from the North causing our hearts to falter

Our dreams, investments…..our hopes

The very cradle of our future

Like unripe bread fruit….forcefully plucked and wasted

Our sons pursued and butchered like goats

Our daughters and wives….even those blessed with new life

Stripped, raped and spat on

Before the blades and fire come crashing down

Tears of blood….

Hearts broken….heads bowed in shame

Paltry sums offered….

The death of our children turned to a mere mockery

The muturus of the North running freely with stupid grins and remorseless stares

Their leaders employing scrawny writers and slapdash blogs

Stories spurn with lies to confuse the weak hearted

And for a brief second….they gloat in their victory

Tears of blood…..

Surely we shall not forget

Our hearts ever scarred….

Plots of vengeance…?

Farfetched…maybe….

But surely…reckoning must be had

Thick wads hardly the price of princely blood

And never in vain shall their souls rest!!!

©   Nd Obi

...The Western Chronicles - Similar cycles....lost concepts

Flash back….more like a 20 year lifetime
Our encounter so pure and pristine
Was it the presence of the ‘guardians’?
Or the sheer absence of tainted faculties
No handshakes or hugs needed
A simple standing acknowledgement of each other’s presence all that sufficed
Intentions so glaring…hardly misconstrued
Her punches and subsequent flight…a clear invitation for a chase
Our limits though unspoken…clearly stated in black and white
It is termed the age of innocence…and I couldn’t agree any less

The years speed up….the numbers lost in translation
Obvious changes….hardly understood
Protruding frontiers….rounded centers and bulging posteriors
Rising serpents…hairy skin…and a voice that has lost its innocence
Intentions different…actions misunderstood
A period of differing ideas
Over dwellings on fantasy effecting a myopic assumption of transparency
Limits hidden….exposed only in hidden corners and dark places
The concept of contact and flight pretty much simple still
Yet…it is called the age of faith…..when the dawn of reality is yet to arrive

Faith?
Yes faith!
Of belief in tales so beautiful…
Of good intentions….of heroism
A period of sincere emotions….of ‘madness’
The willingness to give up everything
The idea of personal gain not yet translated in its purest form

Back to the present
Broken hearts….bruised egos
Intentions rapidly evolving yet clearly understood
Enemy camps fully prepared….faithful warriors ready with sharp swords
The concept entirely lost in translation
Encounters more like a blood fest
The least illuminated…a ready sacrifice on the altar
Her touch, smile and hugs…..shrugged off as insignificant
Her kisses and whispers…a call to war
Swords drawn…hearts shielded…mind games ensue
It is called the age of reality…of enlightenment
Lasting longer…a detriment or advantage….?

Beyond the present…the last days
Weary eyes and bodies yielding to the stress of time…to battle wounds
The answers sought for ages….a free commodity gifted the foolish and wise alike
Reasons for war forgotten
Regrets….sour grapes to consume in the dark
It should be called the age of illumination….or that of wisdom
Then again…the answers offered give no solution neither does it alters our fate
Then again….the real enemy is unmasked
And the ages of innocence and faith remain solely missed

©  Nd Obi