That very place and time came
Without a click, rolling back the
Innocence of your sincerity
Enveloping me till date.
The gate opened you onto the road
For a meeting of two; a brother
And a sister…careless about
Colour, creed and more.
That day, that moment, that meet
That click of life’s beauty
Beauty…from the inside
Never weather beaten.
Turn back the hand
Of your thoughts…tell me
Its clicking sounds…a deep breath
Tell me we are not brother and sister.
These lines are for you…yes…for you
Who read them long before written
In bold letters on that cake you baked me
When I hardly knew how cakes taste.
In return, I bake you these lines
Eat them in remembrance of
The love we bathed…before
Wrapped in the arms
Of forever yours.
It started hours and forty ago
Haughty curls heeled above innocence
Spotting spots of dotted foreignness
Entwined in hues of the gods
Told in books and films
Not a crap of holiness.
Wanton lines of wailing hands
Moving in calling shots
Steep in air of forests white
Poorly lost in local appeal;
Tumor sown on a taste
Eriata Oribhabor is a poet and frontline promoter of Naija languej. He started off writing poetry in the indigenous Nigerian Pidgin currently being standardized as Naija languej. Writing in the languej, he authored; “Abuja na kpangba and Oda puem-dem (2011), edited, “IF YU HIE SE A DE PRIZIN” (poems) and “AMEBO YAD” (collection of plays). A former chairman, Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Abuja Branch, Eriata Oribhabor is the author of two poetry collections; “Beautiful Poisons” and “CROSSROADS & THE RUBICON”. He is the Editor, WUSHAPA – Beating the Drums of Peace, Who Shall I Make My Wife (collection of Food related poems), and a passionate lover of the streets where he once hawked various items in Warri, Nigeria; his place of birth.