If it’s about faults and character flaws in a man, there are many and will be many of them; yet man sees a seamless, endless number of them in himself. Form the characters you can and let go to God those you can’t because whosoever has bodyguards (integrity, honesty, truth, love) will appear, even with his frailty, spotless in the spotlight.


Kissinger Akugue.

Pilgrimage

Glimpse of a faint end,

Obscurity and wonders of the road,
Lessons from paths previously unthreaded;
Ingredients for the destination.

The rise and falls of the way;
The making of a man.
The road of sorrows and pains;
Paths to the expected destination.

What is Me?

Does a man strive against water?

Or does a belly live for a hundred years and
Draw the line of enmity between it and food?
Then, why do you hate a man?
Why do you hate a picture?
And why do you seek to destroy an image in a mirror?
You know where the object is, go destroy it!

Memories are black and white

I have memories like black and white.

I have memories like black and white.
Mix white with black, you get gray.
My memories grayed away
And they depict faded pictures.
Images of terror, pictures of sorrow
Have all grayed away.

Waging War Vol. 1…until the New Nigeria dawns and the baton passed!

For how long shall we languish and wallow in hangover?
Have we been pressed to calabashes of burukutu for ages; that our tipsiness just seems eternal? By our actions or inactions, silence or noise making; it all makes almost everyone within the entity called Nigeria to be guilty of all her troubles; therefore rollup sleeves.

The Crown, the flight

The speed of a snail!
The crawling of a cheetah!
At the blast of the whistle,
They mounted up wings like the eagle,
And shod their feet like the horse,
The wind to them was like the clanging teeth of swords,
They mocked distance and flew on the wings of the wind.

Carrot

Ta-ta!
Let your fulsomeness be for you and
Your deceitful romping, even a cloak for you!
Yet I would have none of your
Cloaks of tricks in a mendacious subtlety—
Lapidary of lies!

I die

I die of hunger!
I die of thirst!
My heart yearns for love!
My heart burns with love!

I die of hunger—seeking to be fed.
They lurked around me, pretending to help.
They offered me food but with evil intent.
I looked into the bowl—behold I saw dearth!

They gave me poison to eat and polluted me with adulteration.
Once I chewed it!
Twice, yes, thrice I tasted and ate their poison;
In the end, I bled!

Mourning by the dry well

How the cord is broken,
How the flesh is become but a wind,
How the veil is torn down;

He who tears down the veil
Gets to enter behind the veil;
Never again to sojourn on this side of the theater.

Empire

Deep to deep and below the deep,
I can’t but lay up deep to deep;
Even below the deep, out of the crust.
From down below, to up above
In the galaxies of heavens;
An offshoot of my representation—
A citadel of riches;
The art of amassment is already perfected.

Birthday

Behind the curtain and veil of the world are kissograms.
They patiently await everyone who crossed the river.
They do not loll, but keyed-up to receive everyone
Who hugged the tree.
Everyone who crossed over the border post
Between heaven and the earth.

A man has a birthday and then again
He has yet again another birthday.
A birthday and a deathday, what differences?
Born into this world is one realm—a birthday,
Born into backyard of this world—a deathday.
In both cases a man is born yet again.

Backyard

Poor you…
Sleeping nicely on the ground
Hopelessly and helplessly.
Who will bring you back to see
what your priced tent has become?
That you gave your blood to that soul
That needed it badly for survival;
Now see, it’s become coagulated.