In search of providence
By Abraham E. Nwankwo
Where are those gods that early in life,
Marked me with a stamp of distinction?
Where are those gods that positioned me,
For challenges and goaded me to conquer?
Where now are those invisible hands,
That were propping me to make the speech?
Where are those spirits in the bush,
That beat the drums which I danced?
When did I their link severe?
At what stage did they abandon me?






