BLINKING LOVE | By Nseobong edem

Before the sun wakes from its slumber
We shall rise to this place
And work at the morning’s face
For no plant grows better
Than seeds buried with equal special hands

While we shall wait for the pregnant sky
To rain to the last drop
And water our seeds of greatness
I shall cripple the word ‘love’ that has lost content,
watered by trickery tongues of men
Then watch hot teardrops drip from your eyes.

A wait for the days of fruitfulness
We shall throw owambe
Beat the kongi drums, Made of thick animal skin
While you wine, like a Lady with spring in her waist line
I shall penetrate your heart
Filling your ears with my flute’s tune
And give it cryptic name
“BLINKING LOVE”

In our kitchen made of red earth!
Smoke from our fire stand will rise to the low sky
While the fire, smoke out the rawness from it;
With red oil, made of pepper and salt
We’ll eat the fruit of labour
For we’re black African farmers