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Fragment of the Rainy Season

As is the case every year

Around the end of February,

The Harmattan season drifts away;

And the feverish sound of whirlwind

Jabbing at the serrated air en route

To its domicile of foment

A habitat of wistful elements

Of nature: Saharan fine dust,

Now painting every flesh

White-hued like Arctic frost;

Mediterranean mist,

Cool as pebbles of peppermint kiss;

North East Trade Winds,

That startled communion of accelerated air,

Swirling around where it moves,

The ground, clear brown, leaves no sand.

Chris Ulasi

 

 

The Chicks are Safe Tonight

This evening, in my town Nnewi,

the whirling air is filled with smell

of grilling palm kernel,

a smell I remember from childhood.

Sometimes I long to see the smell

in the air as the hawk veers

Over my head, and the chicks panic,

search their mother in a scurry

And think what an ignoble way to die.

Their mother, whose eye is running,

will return home with them, perfectly safe;

their fears eaten away by the night.

Chris Ulasi

Dr. Chris Ulasi is a screenwriter, producer, and poet. He was from 1993-1996 journal editor and book editor of the Journal of Nigerian Affairs formerly Conpo Review. He is the Executive Editor of USAfrica, a community newspaper, and The Black Business Journal both based in Houston.  Since 1998, he has taught courses in Media, Culture & Society. International Communication, Screenwriting, Film Theory, Aesthetics, and Media Criticism at Texas Southern University’s School of Communications.

 

A VIEW OF FIRE

Salamanders

in ceremonial red

driven by a wicked wind

run furious fingers

through brown hair  of hills.

 

 

THE CIRCLE

Screams dagger silence Tears flow

Genuine emotions mingle with the feigned

Like milk in coffee.

 

We

Dine drink drum dance

After crying.

 

With a heartful of wind

We wean the dead from the terrors of the sun:

Earth to earth Dust to dust Wind to wind.

 

Time eats our memories Even as we

Blame the dead for dying 

Time eats our memories Even as we

Bleed to death like an hourglass.

 

Emeka Agbayi

Agbayi, poet and consultant on strategic communication, is the editor of Youth Heartbeat, the Peer Promoters’ newsletter.

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