POETRY FOR U Gh

The seer is endowed And vested on his own. He's a master in the art Of the ways of the spirits And the voice of the Spirits. The seer is endowed And vested on his own. He's a master in the art Of ways of the spirits And voice of the ancestors. Seeking for answers? Here, you meet 'im And there, you get 'em. He's voice is a spear That Pearce the target Once at a go. He looks on the mirror And looks on your palm, And listen to the spirits And lo, there you go. He sings for the spirits And mime on his own And lo, off you go. The seer is endowed And vested on his own. He's mastered in this art Of words from the spirits And ways of the spirits. The seer is endowed And vested on his own.

"Kwame eii " the memory I recall of your voice as you call : Here I am now and you lie wordless. Seeing you at this juncture makes me speechless ; words have parted my lips as you lie without a word. I'm not worthy to even say a word, but your toil is more than words to soil. I've tried so hard never to cry, in other to honor you of your strive. Indeed I have swayed, but for you to be word off, I swear to be your pride. Thus, to pride you, I'll make haste and bring you home ; For your pride and rest is best at home than in lone. Knowing that will make you whole as tradition demand in our home. "Nye lanyerane".

I'm heartily thankful for the day I met a dear one as you Though distressed and grieved, memory still lingered on you. For the time spent on me, I know is meant for a few. I've waited patiently for the time of the dew; To ask the heavens if time is due for love to imbue with you. Cause for our paths to have crossed, destiny might have a cause And my granny might have wished, as I have a wish; To love you so deep and dear, for a better cause deeper than destiny.

If I could I will visit my friend : Who's abode is but far, farther than the human eyes sight ; farther to the end of the worlds , farther to the unknown. To extend my warmest greetings: to the one whose name is mentioned less, to the one whose name is mentioned in unison with grief; And the end of the human journey of life. If I could I will visit my friend : Whose abode is known to no one lively, Whose gentle visit undo the lively, whose beckon of friendship is but pain; and whose visit is but sorrow. If I could I will visit my friend : To find out how, to find out why ; He cannot befriend the living. Why his visit as a friend is not sermon , unwelcomed and fowl cried. If I could I will travel far and wide , If I could I will travel to the end of our world ; to extend the spirit of friendship, To extend the spirit of cordiality to my friend. To sit and make merry and to enquire : Why his touch is so deadly, why his visit to me is marked by sorrow and pain ; T...

Oh death! why pick that which belongs to the soul of me?, why now when the heart merry?. Why a choice so mean to the living; when  that which is yours per their  choice is not in want . How cruel your pick, burdens the living : My heart ache and sorrow on your choice, No tear is left to mourn yet another. Thus ; let your grip benign the other, for your choice can not be duo in your visit.  Now, let  your firm grip on one be liberty to the other. Let my fear of you for the sicken be the joy for the departing, Let the crow of death be the dove of healing; And let the tears for the dead be tears of joy for the healing. The choice you have made is a pain, yet It's yours to prefer than us: but  now,  let it be the end ever, to have been made in this last hour of your visit to us; for your visit is no more in want.

This journey of life tells me as nature seems, that I'm on set: Thus, if I sing, I sing with passion; And if I stride, I stride with grandeur for such is passion. Caressing , caring and sharing are traits bestowed in me : Annoyance , abhorrence and discontent all; signpost a measure I'm destined. All that I am now is what I was foretold to be : cause all about me is a  written novel, read out loud, as the staged man acts accordingly. As a staged man, I'm to dispense my best act. Can the stage man act contrary to that which is written on script ?. I sing with passion cause  it's my act; And I act with grandeur for such is passion. Hence, as a sojourner,  judge me not neither condemn me, For all that I am now; I am because it's written of me, and I 'm fulfilling. By Jokarth Agubiya. 

I am the land of wealthy-fame Abounding in a wealth so tamed. My name mentioned, even by the lay And more by sages.  I am the land of wealthy-fame: with rich minerals resources abounding in my soil. My children explore and exploit; And till and extract without toil. Blessed...blessed indeed I am , that My wealth reaches the other subordinates of the motherland. Blessed indeed. My children walk gallantly with glorious hopes Yet, with heart-sickening souls they mourn. Why ?. 'cause they are unkempt; Thus, they weep. Oh! Oh! My children: I know all you crave for, Just a little comfort; yes, That I know. I am the land of wealthy-fame With a plight so taint; My roads untarred , my city unkept. Why ?. 'cause  I miss a hero A hero of the gone ages. A hero of the day and all I ’ve crave for. The songs of a hero , when my children will sing through ages with smiling faces. When?. By Jokarth Agubiya