Rediscovery
(For Frank U. Mowah)
In your eyes I have rediscovered myself
And in your smile the essence
Of my existence
In your voice I hear
The strident chimes of my call…
It is a season of many promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
I Remember
(To Frank U. Mowah)
I remember
those times in class when your voice
resonated above the din of loitering
students telling me about poetry
and politics and propaganda…
Your eyes sparkled like a constellation
of stars and your smile lit up the
gloom dispelling shadows and bringing
hope to the mourners keeping wake
When you taught me to listen more
and talk less to beware and be watchful
to clothe myself and sheath my words
in scabbards of metaphors
I remember –
Weren’t you teaching me wisdom?
Weren’t you teaching me
the wisdom of the sea?
O! Yours is the sibilant silences striding
in a world of sybaritic sycophants.
