Father

Father.

Fatherhood does not end with the donation of sperm,
It is in fact the beginning of a father's term,
Head of the family,
Live the good father's homily,
If you've been an absentee father,
Know it hurts when you're farther,
Work and the past is not an excuse,
You can't be recluse,
If your father was terrible,
Strive to become adorable,
Children don't just want your money,
Even with that childhood can be horny,
The family needs your time,
A complete family clime,
A father's best gift to a child,
Is time spent grooming the child,
If you have been a bad father,
Choose to be a better father,
Be the role model,
Or the world will provide any model,
I thank every father,
Especially my own father,
Happy father's day.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

The best criticism - the best revolt.

The best criticism - the best revolt.

The best revolt,
With a healthy dose of electric volt,
Requires better than a colt,
The best criticism,
Requires better than an eye trained to see the flawed ism,
It is concrete action,
Might require interaction,
Actions taken to change a broken status quo....


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Present.

Present.

God's best present to humanity,
Is the present of His presence,
Through the vicissitudes of life,
That present is in the present,
Receive it,
It is now,
Material gifts can be gross,
Gold as good as dross,
All I need is you Lord...


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

The blessing

The blessing...

There is not a better blessing,
Like the blessing,
Of being a blessing,
There is a not a better place to be in,
Than in the position,
Where blessing is your name.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Blind mother.

Blind mother.

I salute the blind mother,
The mother who sees so profoundly she is blind,
The one who has seen enough to be blind,
To be blind to the tribal origins of a child,
To the circumstances of their birth,
To the color of their eyes,
To the color of their skin,
To the name of their country,
This mother's day,
I salute the woman who only sees a child,
And every child summons the mother in her.


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Jayne and Fru...

I wrote this for bosom friends of mine within an hour of learning that they were engaged and planned to get married! They are now married and I am fondly thinking about both of them today... I have been privileged to watch their love story unfurl like a fern... may the full essence of marriage become a magical reality in their married life... in putting this up, I salute you - Jayne and Fru...


Jayne and Fru!

Shakespeare must bite his finger in his grave,
Wishfully thinking he could satisfy his crave,
To write the love story I see nature tell,
One which nothing has been able to quell,

I saw it when it was just a fragile bud,
I saw love bloom from friendship's bud,
Love which weathered the storms of adversity,
One determined to ridicule the tempter's atrocity,

Love which will cling on anything to revive,
Do everything necessary to survive,
Ride the waves of the pangs of separation,
Hitch a hike on the back of trust,

Sail in the ship of hopeful anticipation,
Against tides of assailing seas of loneliness,
Love which has endured pain,
Made some tough choices,

Love which has embraced hurtful sacrifices,
Refused to give up,
Denied to break up,
Vowed to make up,

Love which has survived temptation,
Healed from the fatal stabs of betrayal,
Neutralized the poison of jealousy,
Doing whatever it takes to go on,

Every time with bigger vitality,
Suffocating a benevolent neutrality,
Investing in another,
Until one becomes the other,

Without losing individuality,
Giving each other room to grow,
To grow for the other,
Letting the wings of adventure grow wider,

And now the two shall become one,
So today as I continue to learn from love,
May you two love one another to the death,
Fru and Jayne...

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Nature's tantrum fit.

Nature's tantrum fit.

Can you see nature?
Can you see it continually throwing tantrum fits?
Can you see how nature quakes,
And shakes the earth in violent indignation?
Can you see the cyclones and tornadoes and tsunamis,
Run across the earth at break neck speed,
Ripping and leaving a massive destruction in its wake?
Can you see, Can you see, Can you see?
Vast skies shower the earth in copious diarrhea,
Flood the lands and drown the tallest man,
Yet a famine rocks parts and pockets of the same earth,
As parched and thirsty grounds die to quench their thirst,
Dormant volcanoes erupt in apparent protest,
Spewing and puking enough to paralyze the skies,
Unpleasant surprises cook up in the bowels of the earth,
Question for you nature!
What do you protest?
What is it which angers you so?
Are you just a pawn in God's divine hands,
Fulfilling the inescapable Biblical prophecies?
Are these birth pangs for something greater yet to come?
Where have we gone so wrong?
Humanity is helpless and hapless,
In the enormity of your strength.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary