MY AURORA
By Cynthia Uyiosa Amadin
I am writing of a life so sweet and a
soul so beautiful
A smile so true it makes the heart sing
A love so pure it mends a torn heart
A friend so loyal even some kin can’t
be compared
I am writing of days so full of happi-
ness you wish it never ends
Of jokes so mundane yet you
laughed the longest and hardest
Cause it was told by a soul with a
glowing light
A light that touched the deepest
darkest recess of whoever dared to
come close
I am writing of memories not so dis-
tant and a friendship so short
It feels like it almost didn’t happen
Of hugs and words so profoundly
genuine that pales every care into
significance
Of dreams of a bookstore and book
club that would have been
I am writing about CHIOMA UGONNA
OKPARA
Of an aurora borealis, she explodes
into your life
And makes it just a bit more brighter
Just a bit more colourful
And just a lot more merry
She would make a joke of whatever
earthly challenge plagues you at the
time
And help you see just how much
worse it could have been
I am confident I have met an angel
Cause I was gifted life’s rare pleasure
of meeting you
My bright light in a dark northern sky.
Rest peacefully CHI.
BAB3L
By Efe Ogufere
The Fall of Man is mentioned; every-
one races to Eden
Beautiful Garden with a godly view
and scenery
The very first gift given to Man without
reason
Watered with beauty, the seeds of
Lust sprout to berries
One forbidden bite it took, from a
Lover to another
Man fell head first, naked and hold-
ing on to dying leaves
Trees flinched at his touch, the ani-
mals turn their backs
Rejected and clothed in shame, Eden
wept as he left
Blinded by the fall, we forget Man did
rise again
Proud and Strong, United with hearts
that beat as one
Broken backs bent absent whips, a
welcome pain
As they sort to build bridges of a
dream and find a name.
Only to fall yet again, hopes and
dreams turned to dust
Whose fault this time, who takes the
burden of blame?
Is it a crime, uniting in purpose?
Bubbles rise and burst
Now we hope for a dream we used
to have, World peace.
What would we do with such luxury if
offered on a platter?
Every nation, tribe, age and race; a
new united cluster
Would Babel not rise again, each
with mortar and plaster?
Aching backs bent to the whims and
wills of a Tower?
I read once in a Grey Script, the
Creator loathes the dice
But how free is the will he freely
bestowed on Man?
Babel is whispered, the defendant
rises and yells; Pride
What is freewill if you cannot reach
and touch the sky?
Is it Pride to dream unbound by
chains of limitations?
Or Pride to lay stones in blood, sweat
and beating hearts?
Babel found its voice when Man
dared to stand as One World Peace
birthed Babel, Babel birth forth
Chaos.
EVERY DAY HEROES!
By Adegboyega Adejuwon
Sire, your name’s a cheer also a
dread!
Proffers relief to ailing needs
Salvages from penury’s scorn
Offers the rich comfort and status
And as a thrill, bedazzles us all
Sits a knight in shining armour
In absence of which, ills riot run
Young Girl by Nduka Omeife (Water Colour)
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The Lion King
• October - December 2015
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