By Victor Uzodinma Chukwuma
90. My African Princess
Done with the stamp
of black pride,
and the fragrance of gasmine
yet mute.
With the grace of a gentle river
her silent hands
cut across
our national partition.
By the heart of a lioness,
she steps across
fences divisive tongues built,
to accept a brother.
Done with the stamp
of black pride
and the fragrance of gasmine,
the day she was born,
must have been a marvel.
91. Come the next thunderstorm
Happily the lords of the manor
wine and dine on the fiddle
as souls in purgatory languish
from their swindle.
If our lives in desolation
they still refuse to kindle,
their flame will be over
like a jet blown candle.
Now lost living off our patrimony,
our living flies them off the handle,
unmindful that their world
will in no time crumble.
Yes, come the next rainstorm
our souls will dandle,
and no more will we be
wrapped in their dirty bindle
Victor Chukwuma, Professor of Physics, renowned for his immense contribution to the development of Astronomy and Space Science in Nigeria, is a Fellow of the Astronomical Society of Nigeria and the Nigerian Institute of Physics.
