Two nations
Space separated
Folly fused
Two nations
Space separated
Folly fused
Great poem. Helps me manage my feeling of loss.
for LC
I was going to list your loss
as the topper
to a very bad week–
first America
and now you
but your words
listened to with eyes closed
say you would have waited for this
eager, open to the possibility
of more direct wrestling
with angels.
Maybe this crack
in my skin
in my heart
in my hope
is not me mourning
but simply opening
to incandescence
I would rather live lit
than broken.
By
Noel Ihebuzor
when lies triumph over truth
& cheap trumps deep,
when shallow heels profound,
& cats are at the mercy of gropers
flee, my daughter, flee
fly, my daughter
the why of the lie
festers in the lair where lies the liar,
fast lips & slimy tongue crowding
the loud unrepentant mouth
when right is treated with levity,
& superficial is spun as profound,
noise drowns intellect,
asinine equations mistake
rectum for rectitude
lying tongues lie
in wait for the unwary
with syrups that dull-drowse
but rouse slippery rodents
of fear, hate, disdain of the other
by
Noel Ihebuzor
I will laugh with the greenness
of young blades of corn
thrusting forward, green and bold
in a land where virgins are
two for a grand
and impotent randy men
roam wide spaces
in quest of unstable risings
Do you hear the whispers
of the blade of corn,
young and talkative
as it sways to share its secrets?
and sell its prophecy?
The secrets of the farm,
its short tales, of staggered truths,
tales of men with huge trumpets,
elepant egos and stiff backs
tales of the empty baba rigas
are not told on market days,
nor on farm days
songs of noisy plantings
the flapping and chatter of leaves,
empty but full of naivety….
an empty harvest follows
and the once wet song
soon turns dry, wilts and withers,
leaves, once green,
now brown, twisted dry,
now cry.
Quietly after summer upon my body
Is she changing her colours again
Will we understand love before we make it
Will we honour the answers at this depth
Do we know what poverty is
Are we awake.
Some of you may have tried to reach me on phone in the last 24 hours and
failed.
Please bear with me. We have been without light in my estate for the past
48 hours, my generator packed up two days earlier and my cell phone
batteries finally ran out this morning. And in the immediate, I cannot
afford to go solar.
Please bear with me and join me in praying for light to be restored.
Since the new buzz is #changebeginswithme, I have now completely overhauled
and adjusted my expectations of this government. It is now one of
resignation. “Nemo dat quod non habet” hold true in law as in life.
I am also in the process of changing my attitude to the stories by this
change government to make it more unquestioning and accepting of its
narratives for the reasons why things are in this sad state that they are.
Please bear with me for the inability to communicate by phone. Who needs a
cell phone any way? Was there not life before the cell phone?
May God lead us through this valley of tears, amen!
“Amoses” without voice or fire http://freeandagile.blogspot.com/2016/09/without-voice-or-fire.html
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Here is a great example (pdf) from the ILO evaluation office of using cartoons to explain an evaluation process / service; it just shows that visual methods can also be used to explain evaluation p…
Nice one. Very useful
Here is a great example (pdf) from the ILO evaluation office of using cartoons to explain an evaluation process / service; it just shows that visual methods can also be used to explain evaluation processes and services – in addition to communicating evaluation results.