You are the moon of Africa’ night tale,
You are the muse, the pen and the mood
A thousand brave waves of the blacks
I write through the galaxy of your stars here.
Your words birthed my strength and muse
Searching the light through your eyes
I am in-depth with your deeds that spread
Here like the stream of Abeokuta’s wind.
The flower that stood without roots to tap
I have visited the aged ancestors beyond
I behold their teeth on vultured ojoto yam
You’re the testament of the new generation.
The speaking thunder of the northern rose
Finely fried in the refined oil of poetry
I dreamt of picking your tender pen last night
I carved a befitting laughter of your face.
The market envies your opulence of wisdom
Once seen, the sky goes wide excitedly in joy
I looked at your footsteps painted across skies
Your lines drawn on the ground stand for eternity.
Your voice echoes without any guilt in it
Savored in a flavoured aroma of Ekiti yam
The trumpet sounds through your rhythms
I saw your poetry coloured as a rainbow there.
The master that turns the world in a second
The drum sounds louder in your hand when
Beaten in the corner of the women of Owu
I will look naked at the sight of you around.
John Pepper Clark
If the moon refuses to shine on us now
We will make it shine perfectly on us
Like the breeze of the earth you stood
Commanding the sun to serve your kind.
The shield that shade many young chicks
When it rain north, west, east and south
You will make yourself the umbrella that guide
We watch from the other side of your heart.
The mighty waver of words of the gods
I have made my soul a moon mat for you
You are the future that betrayed evil folly
I draw from your curtain of words to stand.
From you I see my beloved Remi Raji
Through your ears I heard Philip Begho sang
A beautiful song to the honeyed ear of Uche Nduka
I see you all from the secret of Lexicons.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016