UGOCHUKWU "HITCH" EMEBIRIODO

THEM DAYS SHALL SOON BE OVER - - Ugochukwu “Hitch ”Emebiriodo

Dis na for them
All Dis kpomo men
Wey donate their pikin future for tachere currency
Dis poem dey reach una from my frequency.

Yeye politrickcians
Election time una go form magicians
Buy we Mama conscience with oils for gallons
Our popsy dem with cheap brukutu for foreign cartons
We sisters with Dubia shopping plus karrets of diamonds
Dash we brodas guns turn dem to warlords

Uncle B this your change get K leg o
E be like say na suffer seed we sow for that ballot o
Abi na African China write your manifesto??
Food nor dey
Water nor dey
What about we NEPA pipo we nor get light.

Now the day is over
Night is drawing nigh
Fuel queue all the evening
Mass cursing across the evening Sky
For me my fuel tank is empty
All I can do is sigh
The black market I can't even buy
Why?
Because my wage is yet to be paid

Now the darkness gathers,
Generators begin to Weep,
Heat and mosquitoes and tears
Soon will be in full swing.

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels come
Their white wings above me,
Fan me till I am dry
This heat is a thing of legend

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and rashless
In dusting powder pain I shall not bask.

Glory to the Uncle B
Glory to the Oshi Vp,
And to Thee, blest former ruler of the rivers,
While all ages run
May the speed of "them" own be doubled
For of what use is change if it leaves my pocket empty
With no damn change

Ugochukwu “Hitch ”Emebiriodo

HOME IS THAT  WET PATCH - -Ugochukwu “Hitch ”Emebiriodo

Beneath fallen leaves
That one spot
Between celestial blues
And childhood harmony
Sepia Nostalgia
Massive childhood corridors now shrinking hall of memories

Your large dark rooms
Have arrested my senses
Talcum powder,  perfumes even soaps
Bring a blast of laughter laced with tears
How I long for you.

Your corridors hid blushes of first kisses
Your bathroom lab to petroleum jelly induced experiments
Quakes were the end product

You heard the echoes of my first prayer
The naiveté of first shaky dripping dips
The muted moans of Foluke
Midnight tiptoes to render the soup pot barren

You carved me
From a piece of Oko Idanre
To a deity

In recent adventures
I've Roamed
From Duchin Bako to Paka
Agbani to Ubalaka
Bompai to Kafanchan
Kom-Kom to ifite a
Read Poetry on the hills of Ife
Swam the Aro waters of Itoku
Watched the sunset into the Niger
Tasted 404 in Ugep
Drank from the dripping caves of Ogbunike
Still I long for your comfort
Ulo Ibu Uzor
ine  me ka obim da joo.

Ugochukwu “Hitch ”Emebiriodo