NOISOME BREEZES Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI
With so many shades
It flows but not like water
Not like the flood or stream
It's not like fountain either
It cooks sweet and sour
The sweet-sour and soured sweet
Bringing tiny pieces into one
Ticking, humming and more
It consumes the wind
Turning nothing to power
It moves the old and little
Sometimes with jumps
Sometimes with shakes
Smiles and face movements
Isn't it called dance?
What does it do to warriors?
Does it give them power?
Power to kill or what?
The strength to surge
When they say morale
What about lovers?
Why do they employ it?
Many works for lovers maybe
Call them out yourself
It's the food of love they say
And for the rituals
Worshippers are habitual
And its hold on the spirits?
Of good and bad equally?
In invocations and exaltations?
I don't know what is mystery
Tell me about you dear
Why do you lift a crowd?
Get them from one world to another?
How does ecstasy come?
Their pains gone
Their anger vanished
Their anxiety won
Where are your hands please?
Breezes of charm
How daring you are
Soothing pains and cries
Like the smile of many virgins
You lift souls into joy
When will you come to my abode?
To live with my wife and me forever
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