Okogbule Wonodi

Salute to Icheke by Okogbule Wonodi

When did I cease to be the bird that I have been; was it that I have fallen sullen at midstream, or immersed earthwis…

Planting by Okogbule Wonodi

Lights on the shore that was our port, that was our fort; and wind swaying scenes that we know aside, while the sea s…

II On the Edge by Okogbule Wonodi

I wait on the shore for the turning tide  and for seabirds, mouthful,  with shrimps caught on wet marshes. Around me th…

August Break By Okogbule Wonodi

After three months of long rains  The land is a sodden bed  Of dried pond. The tarred roads shine  Fine threads of stea…

Laments for 'Shola By Okogbule Wonodi

I When the dust came I sought shelter  Under a canopy of thick grown palms, I raised my voice, Half-speaking, half-sing…

Icheke: IV By Okogbule Wonodi

We fell into the river,  splashing the water on the riverweeds; we heard the rushing of water,  smelt the offshore farm…

Native By Okogbule Wonodi

Your eyes toe-set,  thumb my nerves  as you weave  your being into frenzy;  and your tongue,  weaving a song,  painting…

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