The Son of the Mighty Nile

he breaks through the cloud

like the wandering star of the dreamtime;

seeking refuge; walking along the golden sands of time sublime

(with nothing but a pocket full of hope)

this desperate son of the mighty Nile; this refugee from

the divine cradle of light, whose blissful tongue foretold

a brand new dawn guided by faith…

i watch as he picks up the stimulating fragments

of life on the fatal shore under

the sensitive nose of destiny;

drinking a cupful of desire in the summer’s lazy daze;

taking the first step to freedom with tender foot

and, now, with a glowing skin of perfection

he dances like an angel before my naked eyes

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Arrival of Julie Shaka

Julie Shaka arrives in the festival city with tears of joy in her eyes, as new love blossoms in earnest. Now, she sits like Nefertiti’s kitten; counting her blessings. She is stylish and elegant, a refugee from way back, a child of poverty and tragedy, who holds the early light of dawn in her delicate hands.

Her infectious smile captures the moment as she glides along the dreamtime passage with gusto; storming the citadel of learning, one day in spring.

she sits under

the golden wings of progress

petals of hope

Meanwhile, Julie reflects upon her life-long struggle for survival, her epic journey to the ancient Land of Oz, and the endless search for freedom with an openness that cuts through my humble heart.

she sings my name

with flaming lips of wonder…

frisky moon

And now, as the earth moves in wonderful ways; bending the wandering beam of light, Julie reads the divine stanza of life with limpid eyes; finding her inner beauty; savouring the special moment of desire.

she feeds the hungry

atoms along the scented lane

nourishing my soul

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo