Saturday, April 04, 2009

Akwa Ndeeri (maka Adiele Afigbo)

Iwe zute iku, zute anyammiri, anya mmee!
Ndeeri bụ oke bụrụ agbata,
Mbata na ọpụpụ, mgbako na mwepu;
Ka ufere sobezie nnọkwara, bụrụ anya ikpeazụ.

A sịkwa na ọnwụ ama egbu?
Ya bụ anyụike jiri gbue ngwu,
Ka iwe zute iku, zute anyammiri.

Ije, nke na-anara onye ume…

N’ihe ekwe na-ekwu, akwa dị ya.
N’ude uhie na-asụ, mwute.

Ihe ikwu na-eti:

Anyụike gburu ngwu, isi adịghị ya mma;
Anyụike gburu ngwuru akọnuuche,
Ya gbukwaa akụkọ.

Ihe ibe na-ebe:

Ederi ya n’ime ndeeri;
Elo ya n’ụkọ amamiihe;
Ndi a agaghị edina n’ili ma ọlị.

-- Obododimma Oha

Friday, April 03, 2009

Teardrops (for Adiele Afigbo)

A painted toe on the unfinished tale
The tale always, weaned from the teller
Will be longer than moments sketched
By the evening

And we, held by muscles of sand, descend
Into that somewhere nowhere
Into that night with claws
Which know no laws other than exit doors

Ngwu, on this deathkiss of the reckless axe

Tell me, is History his story only his Troy
You horse in to destroy?
And didn’t the uhie ask the knavish axe
Never to nether
Or linger near the seeding poplar?

A painted toe now on the unfinished tale
Sketched on the ground where he stood, asking to be understood
Okeosisi reborn
In night runs & flights
Of feathers, proverbs, prowess
Behind a litany of finds, finders, & founding

And which uprooting a replanting?
Which agony too personal to be collective
Drips from the tongues of yellowing leaves
And fallen branches?

-- Obododimma Oha