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Cycles and circles

By Noel Ihebuzor


The tragedy of a journey on a hunch back road,

slippery, muddy filled

with slime and grime

tired limbs trudging round

in unending cycles and circles,

on this sterile,  empty, barren highway

smeared generous with a coating

slippery,  of thick  okro sauce,

now souring


Truth does not walk this road any more

lies lie in wait for the unwary,

from all four winds and corners

fetid fumes and foams

frothing from ogbono coated tongues

hollow throats, mirroring hollowed consciences,

deformed by elephantiasis of the soul


the festering cancer enlarges

feeding off a bottomless greed

that has gripped the strong breed

ripped their souls grim

with the grim reaper’s blade

moral paralysis now spawns

new barren creeds of

chop comot make we chop

on a betrayed people,

trapped in endless cycles and circles





Mbandaka 2009





Development and policy analyst with a strong interest in the arts and inclusive social change. Dabbles occasionally into poetry and literary criticism!

4 thoughts on “Cycles and circles

  1. i see my face
    there, there,and on over there
    i want to get out
    start anew

  2. It’s painful seeing such pictures!
    All we have is hope
    Hope for change
    For for better life for our people

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