We have come to the cross roads
And I must either leave or come with you.
I lingered over the choice
But in the darkness of my doubts
You lifted the lamp of love
And I saw in your face
The road that I should take.
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
The sun is rising.In their nakedness the karoos will all be hot againBut you will shiver in spite of itIn the memory of trekkers who left you thereTo be feverish in the shadows of days of doubtAnd the nightmare of Great ChakaStill alive in your eternal Zulu dream. Last night, anguished tyrantYou dream of the…
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?How many past events I’ve known.The east wind buffeted my room again last night,I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,The people’s rosy cheeks are all that’s changed.How much sorrow can one man have…
The Spectacle of YouthI loved the children of the lionWhen their manes were beginning to grow,Simulating the ancient heroes.I knew the greatness of their futureWhen they leap on the tender necks of antelopesWhich prided themselves on their fleetness.I praised the skillfulness of their power,Knowing how soon they will be killing buffaloes.
They say the guinea-fowl lays her treasureWhere only she can find it.Akosua ‘Nowa is a gunea-fowl:Go tell her, red ant upon the tree. I met Akosua ‘Nowa this morning;I greeted: Akosua, how is your treasure?She looked me slowly up and down,She sneered: The man is not yet here who’ll find it! Akosua ‘Nowa has touched…
Coming and going these several seasons, Do stay out on the baobab tree, Follow where you please your kindred spirits If indoors it is not enough for you. True, it leaks through the thatch When floods brim the banks, And the bats and the owls Often tear in at night through the eaves, And at…
I am like a slip of comet, Scarce worth discovery, in some corner seen Bridging the slender difference of two stars, Come out of space, or suddenly engender’d By heady elements, for no man knows; But when she sights the sun she grows and sizes And spins her skirts out, while her central star Shakes…
