Rock of Dakota

You stumbled into Nigeria
A stone,
For a season
In a jungle where
Rocks like you
Take root
And flourish or flounder

With your eyes wide aware
You fell
Headfirst into family and belonging:
Ndiowu and Ngwa orbiting around you
Special stone of bonds
Formed for eternity
In the eyes of God

You have outdone yourself
Paving way for other little rocks
To follow,
Not in your footsteps of
Impromptu tantrums and minute-long madness,
But in your quest to conquer
Motherland and Fatherland alike.

Negative Space

Your reign begins with
A crown of grief
In a throne of thunder!
That rips
Hurts
Burns
Flesh
Like sulphur,
In a void
Where death exists
Supreme.
And your head tosses
Uneasy;
A king in your rights
Yet unkingly in regard
Because the red dust
Dictates obligations in the shade,
And wild Angels
With scarred wings
Sing of your trauma:
              Of lost days in the tropics
              Of last days in the arctic
              Of overrated organza fabrics
              And dancing jewels
              That must adorn you
              Involuntarily