Category Archives: Poetry

“The Second Beginning” by Providence_Wright

I will arise in the morning of my youth
And sing many a Melody to you.
I will begulie the bird, trees, and seas
And they will all agree with me.

We will mount the fastest animals
If thou will open up thy door for me.
The Cheetahs, Lions, Jaguars and Tigers
Will surround us as a mighty protection.

The Snails, Tortoises, Seals and Millipedes
Will catch up with us when they can. The dragons, dinosaurs and sabertooths
Will arise from their slothful bones.

The rains approach and the Brimstones fall.
Sodom and Gomorrah will soon burn.
Alll except Noah will soon drown Egypt and Jericho, not an exception.

We will ride back to Eden
With all sinless creatures,
We will reunite with God,
We will begin life again.

A Sonnet for Nigeria by Chiedozie Ude

May 31, 2020.


Nigeria, country blessed with wealth
But many people there do dwell
In squalor, lack and ill in health
As government claims to change propel.
By strife and greed her seams were slit
To serve those who must riches gain,
Few men who morals did omit
With ruthless hands these things they drain.
The tribes around the Niger spread
With hatred each the next does view
From east to west and north ahead
All plotting bloody change through coup.
So let us mourn our crumbling home
That sinks in deep and dreary foam.

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“Women of the past” by Providence_Wright

They took the burden on their shoulders
Their necks had no rest
Their hands always pounding
Their heads always calculating
They thought of everyone except themselves
They loved like no other
They took the pain with joy
And the sorrows of their children
They took upon themselves

Their eyes were shut
But they never slept
Their lips always ready to put their husbands to rest
Their breast sagged so fast due to excess loving
They had enough strength to trek a thousand miles to distant farms
They taught values and gave knowledge to infants

All they ever wanted was peace
They gave their all in all
Even after being abandoned by fathers who left them to pay the fees
Still, after little tears
They rose to their feet to lift
Sons and daughters
With the help of their maker
They succeeded eating the fruits of their labour

Considering “The Flea” and “To his Coy Mistress” as Metaphysical Poems

Chiedozie Ude
Department of English, UNILAG


“The Flea” and “To his Coy Mistress” are two very similar poems. This similarity is exposed by the fact that they are, by form and content, metaphysical poems. The metaphysical tradition is one which discusses issues on religion or love in a philosophical way, usually through the use of specific poetic devices like conceits and hyperboles. It is based on the witty and philosophical manner in which Donne and Marvell treat their subjects that will constitute the focus of this analysis.

John Donne’s “The Flea” can be regarded as a typical metaphysical poem. This is brought to the fore through a lot of factors. One of such factors is Donne’s use of a passionate persona who does all in his power to woo his mistress into having sexual relations with him. The persona makes use of witty arguments in order to convince his lady to cave in to his demands. To buttress his point, the persona makes a very unlikely comparison, using an insect — a flea. He compares the act of blood-sucking done by the flea to the consummation of a union through sexual intercourse— “And in this flea, our two blood mingled be”. This unlikely comparison is a device known as conceit. Also, it is expected of the lady to rebuff the persona’s act of seduction.

Likewise in Marvell’s “To his Coy Mistress”, the employment of a passionate lover as the poet persona also stands out. Marvell’s persona also employs wit in his bid to seduce his lady. He presents an imaginary situation whereby time is not a factor. The persona uses a series of hyperboles to educate the lady on the extent he can go to show his love for her if only time was nonexistent:

“An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.”

He informs his lady that he can afford to be patient if he had enough time, but because this is unlikely, he impatiently tries to convince the lady to use the opportunity presented by youth to have sex with him. Undoubtedly, the passionate stance of Marvell’s persona towards is lover reinforces the metaphysical origin of this poem.

Another thing that is noteworthy in these poems is the recurring motif of courtly love. Courtly love is one which requires a man to attempt wooing a lady. It is because of this convention of courtly love that we are presented with a passionate persona who does his best possible in order to convince a lady of his love for her. Thus, it comes as no surprise that both personae in the poems are presented as desperate men who use various tricks to aid the seduction of their mistresses. Both personae are philosophical in their approach. While Donne makes use of conceit, Marvell uses the shortness of time to strengthen his argument for the consummation of their union. On the other hand, the lady, the object of the persona’s affection, is expected to be unreceptive towards his advances.

Furthermore, metaphysical poetry is also marked through the argumentative style. Some times, this argument is in the form of a dialogue between a man and his mistress; but other times, it is in the form of a monologue. Marvell’s and Donne’s poems fall into the later category. Both poets craftily deploy their wits by citing various reasons why their ladies should submit to their demands. Donne presents his argument by using a flea who sucks blood from his mistress without having to go through the stress of winning her affection. To Donne, this act done by the flea is as inconsequential as the act of losing one’s virginity as a lady. So, Donne argues that the lady should be more accepting to his amorous desires. Similarly, Marvell presents his argument adroit fashion. He informs the lady of how time is an enemy of youth and beauty. He follows a pattern by first establishing what could be achieved if time was on their side. He then moves on by declaring that time cannot be defeated; thus, proving to his mistress thst the only logical thing to do is to seize the day — Carpe Diem.

To be continued….

A Song For Greatness Gone: In Memory of Christopher Okigbo.

By Chiedozie Ude (May 21, 2020)

Dedicated to Oyinma, a lover of everything African.

Goodbye to a great genius
Who has crossed heaven’s gate,
A sufferer of the warrior’s fate
A destiny that is heinous.

Why did you have to fight that war?
Did not Ojukwu have other men
To prevent you from the lion’s den?
Or were you born to war adore?

Biafra cries as it mumbles your name,
Lamenting the great works lost
In your battle lust
The Biafran dream also burned with your flame.

For your daring, we have a tomb,
For bravery, a martyrdom,
The price you paid for freedom —
A facade of doom.

You sought the paths of thunder
In return you found man-made brontide,
Weapons which the Soviets supplied,
Now, you get to rest under.

Mother Idoto mourns her child,
Her watery presence is reinforced by her tears,
Grievous sounds enough to raise one’s hairs
For a prodigal who has forever been exiled.

Who now shall tell of your legend,
Beautiful river goddess?
Shall we also witness
The coming of your end?

On Nsukka’s hell grounds
There fell Okigbo Christopher,
Defending his ideals on anarchy’s altar,
A ram for the gods of the battlegrounds.

Wild you were in your creativity,
Unrestricted by colonial subjugation,
You rose to international acclamation,
A man with artistic proclivity.

Brief was your stay,
No sooner here than the other side,
An eternity where you must now abide,
Leaving only a piece of your intellect for display.

Your star departed when it was brightest,
Twinkling into the great beyond
Never again to respond
To the cock’s siren, even at its highest.

Dee Christopher, martyred for the Biafran cause
An ideal you dearly held
One which was mercilessly shelled
By the enemy’s airforce.

This hour stand I enchanted,
Overwhelmed in the labyrinths of your astuteness,
Which, by far, surpasses the ocean’s saltiness,
Wisdom which Mother Idoto granted.

“A part of me” by Providence_Wright

Come to the Zenith.
No! To the right.
The left is not a myth.
Oh, down below is right.

Oh let me be,
I’ll make my choice
If need be,
Only one thing is vital – my voice.

An inch of my skin,
A gravel to my teeth,
Why not let it be my next of kin?
Precious, yes, but dangerous underneath.

A part of me,
My attention you seek.
Deserve thou the key
To all my possession thou seek?

I repeat,
Hear me out oh ye people,
All your thoughts of me delete,
Until I myself settle.

Oh let me be,
I’ll make my choice
If need be,
Only one thing is vital – my voice.


And to you my forgotten
I am fourteen hours away from you
Where every chapter reminds me of my unread pages
A season of discoveries in truth

I will soon reunite with you
Like age on youth
My heart is filled with joy my forgotten
For I am ten hours away from you

This is where it all began
The climax of my fall
The seed of reckless demands
I journeyed into growth and slavery
Storm and nice dreams
Just to reunite with you.

I am now six hours from you
Believe me when I say;
Like the dead and the grave
I will assuredly unite with you

For I have gone through blows and tempest
I have destroyed my love for harvest
Just to reunite with you
For certainly I will

For I am now two hours from you.
But this time is too small to unite with you
I’d rather start this journey again
Hasten my steps so I could have a year saved.

So my forgotten
Be patient with the process
For I am neither an angel nor the sun
I have no super power but my song
I could sing you into trances of my conquered kingdoms
Then you could see all I’ve done
To reunite with you my forgotten.