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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