Wondering about my footsteps Yeah! About my footsteps Wondering how my footsteps would go to the unknown place Even on great speed, I wondered; However, I kept moving. Greaterness diffused in my thoughts.
I thought of how the environment now seemed,
It seemed greater than my human greatness;
The environment moved.
The grasses, trees, all moved at great speed than my footsteps did I increased my speed but it was of little help to me; Around me was faster.
I knew I had greater authority;
My environment had greater power.
I was beginning to get feeble
Little did I know when I gave in with my authority to greater power.
And so steadily on did I continue until to the cave I got.
Many stairs led to the cave,
Bewilderment and null expectation accompanied me down the rocky stairs,
To a large open cave it led;
Water gushed out through a conduit and onto a conveying stream.
I stopped midway the large curved step to stare;
I have never beheld such sight.
This place is called Ogba:
Where people that lived in the community fetched water.
Aside from water, the place exhumed ancient mysticism,
So much that a photographic camera is useless here,
Pictures taken here do not print.
Whatever made Ogba a place of water now,
It sure was more than a place of water more years ago:
The gods must have been served here.....
The book (Poetic Memoirs of a Young Son) is a collection of poems that describe my life journey as a youth and young person, detailing my experiences as I pack my things to head for higher institution and all through higher institution and after. These experiences include: my frustrations, Betrayals, Disappointments, Confusions, Loneliness’ and all lessons learnt. Also included are my idea and thoughts for the future. Life has been a mixture of sadness, loneliness, and happiness and here in this piece you have all that plus more in poems…