April - June 2017 •
The Lion King
• 69
POETRY & ARTS
commonwealth remains uncommon
today.
But as we reap from our hospitality
and tourism belt,
The hope of a better Africa ignites
our ultimate dream,
And the joy of a great people
remains our heart desires.
We all are pieces to the puzzle of a
United Africa,
We can only put hands together
building Africa’s future.
A new Africa foretold has risen, a new
Africa is about to berth
We all are Africans and we all shall
always enjoy Africa’s Union
Yeah!
Let’s celebrate!!
Because we will all stand as
Africans!!!
THE MISCHIEVOUS CLOUD
By Lukmon Abass
The cloud let down some rain all
round and laughed.
I saw a cloud who thundered loud
and said, “A very nice day.”
The cloud let down some rain all
round and laughed when I yelled,
“Hey!”
The rain and thunder made me get
under a great big hickory tree.
The cloud then stopped. My face I
mopped and asked why he did this
to me.
He said,”I must rain. It’s all in the
game. It’s part of a great big plan.
Although you get wet, I’m willing
to bet, that you’ll want me to do it
again.
It’s great,” He growled, to be a cloud,
and to fly across the land.
When I thunder loud I draw a fine
crowd.
Why every man thinks that I’m grand!
I’m really very nice you see, once you
get to know me.
For I make grow each flower and
tree. One better you can’t show me!
I fly so gently in the blue, just like a
powder puff,
and make it rain on Sister Sue and
dogs named Ruff and Fluff.
I tried my best to rain on Joe but he’s
a clever fella.
Osondi Owendi
Painting by Nduka Omeife
Osondi Owendi is a painting
on paradox of live. Winners
are smiling, losers are
annoyed. Life is a battle
field. While you walk through
the market, offices, etc.
facial expressions say it all.
But with persistence and
consistency we
shall all win.
And every time I did he’d go and put
up his umbrella.
One sunny day Joe went to play.
Now is my chance I’ll bet.
I think if I will rain real high, then I’ll get
Joe all wet.
The rain came down on cat and
mouse. How I did cry and weep,
when Joe climbed up to his tree
house and there went fast asleep.”
I said good-by to the cloud on high,
“What a nice talk this has been!”
But the cloud let fall, just about all,
and I got soaked to my skin!
‘Osondi Owendi’ by Nduka Omeife
(Watercolour, 2014).
