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December 2, 2016
Poetry

EDEN BEFORE EDEN BY OFEM UBI

EDEN BEFORE EDEN BY OFEM UBI
December 2, 2016
Poetry

Click to see original poem
Click to see original poem

I’m from a place where agriculture found its birth

Where the grasses grow greener regardless of the seasons reasons because over here fruitfulness is not voluntary but compulsory

A place where the sun steadfastly shines and brightens the dark face of earth

I’m from a place where stars hang in the night sky like clips taking shots of humanity in peaceful slumber

A place which is not more or less a tourist site for heaven, the footstool of the Holy Trinity

A place I call Eden before Eden

Where everything was free and animals could converse with man as if they were made of same skin, image and likeness

I’m from a place, the cradle of civilization

Where science said it’s first Hello to the world from the other side

And creativity did a soft work on the imaginations of men falling down from the white clouds of heaven like Manna

A place where true beauty was born, bred and buttered breathing and living in the gene of everyone

I’m from a place, the promised Canaan that flows not just with milk and honey but beauty, decency, sincerity, integrity and every other T

A place where the coca-cola color of our skin shone and glowed making night seem like the new day

You see where I come from

Stars fell from clouds and became nothing but legends

Stars like Fela Kuti, Dora Akunyili, Goodluck Jonathan, Nelson Mandela, Mariam Makeba, Wole Soyinka, Tony Aleogona and a host of others

I’m from a blessed rich with natural resources, where crude oil sprouts from the ground like planted seeds

Gold and diamonds littered around like broken bottles on a mid-night party

A place rich with heritage, cultural dynamism, splendid social structure

A place where our girls were taught the etiquettes of being credible wives to their husbands and role models to their future children

Where our boys were taught to be the best men women would admire, taught to bend their backs like bows carrying the weight of their family on their elastic shoulders

A place where I LOVE YOU was said out of conviction and not a bait to gain negative benefits

Where everyone was relatively inter connected before the advent of the internet

But it’s sad enough to see that all these ultimate attributes and inestimable qualities have been washed away like relaxer on premature scalp

A dark cloud of confusion looms around the atmosphere of my once beautiful hometown

Leaders stick glued to political seats like descendants of Esau

The good is opposed, bad proposed and imposed because our supposed leaders sit up tight and stare at the masses like characters on a 3D screen

My hometown is nothing but debris of broken marriages, unhealthy rivalries, religious strife, family blunder, relationship wreckage and political massacres

Our daughters walk with transparent leaves called clothes and we ask why rape is on the high like dollar

Our boys think they are men but they are nothing but oil on frying pans being burnt up by the match sticks of their actions

Fraud and insincerity are traits that are been seen evident in each of our dealings

Kidnaps, domestic violence, homicide and genocide, fanaticism and all other sorts of ism

Corruption lives like a fellow kinsman and we pay homage to it second by second

We only love our neighbors not as we love ourselves but as we dim fit and appropriate

Our quest for materialism left us confused chasing shadows

Beauty has been diluted so no one feels comfortable in their own skin, no wonder they pursue implants, face lifts and surgeries like it was the basis for true beauty

Prophets prophesy falsehood because they have lost clear signal from HE who is their satellite

I’m from a place called AFRICA

The Eden before Eden

But it seems we all tasted the fruit of disobedience and now we’re cast out from our once admired garden

Only God can draw this hometown of mine closer again like he continually does with Israel

By _iamscripted

I am Ofem Ubi
A student of mass communication
Lover of art, good music, poetry, photography
Christian by birth and till death
This is my blog

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