Upon becoming the youngest victim
Of Africa’s longest war,
Oku began his long journey of survival.
He came to the ancient Land of Oz,
Like a stranger in the night
Searching for a refuge.
The gentle wind swept away his fears
And his new love softened the pain of transition;
Heralding an exciting new beginning.
From the nearby hills
A red kangaroo watched with interest;
Scrutinizing his every move like a hawk!
The kindly full moon adorned the sky
Lighting his winding path
To the land of his dreams.
Finally, the “Lost Boy” made good;
Embracing at last the safety of isolation
A dose of inner peace liberates his consciousness.
Yet, he struggled to establish his bearings;
Waiting anxiously for the morning light
Still to come – if not the challenges ahead.
But like Lazarus of old,
He would never say die despite the pain
And the trauma of transition.
Copyright © Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo 2005
The Gentle Neophyte
10 years ago