The first is a collection of haiku-style poems. I hope you like them:
Another Power Cut
A collection of Nigerian haiku
by
Lea Knowles
1.
Lonely airport lounge
Dull echoes in my heart
Desolation Row
2.
The slap of runway heat
Knocks me back
Stepping into Africa
3.
Blur of noise and hustle
Pounding head and pounding heart
Looking for an exit
4.
Cool leafed foyer
Filtered consoling smiles
So now it truly starts
5.
Daily duties done
Porter asleep on the stair
No naira for home
6.
Amid the rage and roar
Of ceaseless traffic
There is Jesus
7.
Freak storm streaks the night
Pounding the dust with
The warning of thunder
8.
Trying to rise
Against the weight of its past
This city of rust
9.
Swarms of okada
Buzzing these crazy streets
Dropping and taking off
10.
City of rust
Children in the gutters
Fragility of dust
11.
Red clouds churning
Choking life with grit
Burying the poor
12.
Goats nibble at garbage
Seeking a decent meal
They have a mountain to climb
Struggling to comprehend
Dust starting to settle
But will not blow away
14.
Thoughts of the coming day
Staring down
Deep crevasses in my porridge
15.
Cheeping cheerily
Chickens play roulette
Before the crushing tyres
16.
Startled infants clutching skirts
Peeping at the oyinbo
Will you smile for me today?
17.
Red dust road
Staining my shoes
Turning my white shirt pink
18.
Drawing bolts, turning keys
Feel the sun flood in
Welcoming the morning
19.
Yoruba road
Market women watching waiting
Spiders in their webs
20.
Astride a shaded bench
Cheating at cards
Our red-striped guards are laughing
21.
Women from the fields
Heads piled with brushwood
Sway like galleons
22.
Slow walking through hot air
Baking head aching feet
Thinking of nothing
23.
Beating ceiling fan
Stirs languidly
This viscous afternoon air
24.
Thick and heavy heat
Neem tree fluttering
A welcome to her shade
25.
Frying plantain in the street
This African sun
Frying my brain
26.
Collapsing into the shade
I melt into my beer
Sit back and smile
27.
Sun melts into its own hot sky
Drowsy as the palms
Ignoring calls to prayer
28.
Cattle on the move
Fulani amble silently
Along the lakeshore
29.
In hotel pool
Cooling... watching
Circling eagles watching me
30.
Eagles circling
Tracking their next meal
Creating this pleasant breeze
31.
Home thoughts
Shadows spread across the floor
Fire in the kitchen went out
32.
Mma picking okra
Laughing with her friend
Wrapped in colours of Africa
33.
Slow drift of cloud
Buzzards scan in hot sky
Lizard scurries for shade
34.
Sitting with a cold beer
Trying to learn Yoruba
Trying to stay awake
35.
In Friday colours
Prayer mats cloak the road
The faithful pray as one
36.
Kwara radio
Yoruba- burbling
Suddenly the BBC
37.
Powerful women
Calling to tease you
Into the bush-meat cafe
38.
Distant thunder
Or are the women
Pounding yam again?
39.
Goat’s head soup and peppered yam
Blistered tongue flaming lips
Sorry-o!
40.
Pounded yam
Resting in my belly
So hard to keep awake
41.
Youths wild and excited
Waving brooms in the air
While fat cats sit and purr
42.
Governor’s compound
New cars gleaming in the sun
Each a vote of thanks
43.
Flash! – blown fuse
NEPA’s drunken surgings
Have silenced the appliance
44.
Ceiling fan fades and dies
NEPA can’t be bothered
Gone to sleep
45.
A sinking sun
Framed with golden light
Pours Into my prison home
46.
Through iron bars
I watch the sinking sun
Sensing the freedom of home
47.
Bats by the thousand
In fast fading light
Flee the flower garden
48.
Ceiling fan
Whirling cicada
Cools the night-sweat on my back
49.
Another power cut
Flashing fuse box
Another shock to my system
50.
Ripping the generator
Firing up the lights
Fuelling my guilt with noise
51.
Generator roars at the night
Content to give light
Till we can take no more
52.
Generator cacophany
Even with finger plugs
Wrecking my head
53.
Far above the compound
Venus listening
Talking football in the dark
54.
Laptop tapping
Searching the right keys
Candles in the night
55.
Saving Naija’s forests
How many candles
From a single match?
56.
Candle gutters in the breeze
Stalactites dripping
Onto my papers
57.
Sleepless nights
Long hours thinking of home
Mosquito whining somewhere near
58.
Lying under the net
Yellow curtains billow
In a welcome night breeze
59.
Night watchmen
Standing fast asleep
Ready for inaction
60.
Is that a nightbird
A goat or child
Crying into the dark?
61.
Rattling and whistling
In the deadly hours
Vigilantes on the prowl
62.
New bars at the window
Vigilante patrols
Not the same any more
63.
Packed tight as a fist
Still the roads rattle your bones
On the Kwara Express
64.
Logs across the road
They emerge from the bush
Police trap
65.
Small children
Waving excited greetings
Timeless as dust
66.
Roadside toddlers
Twixt gutter and the wheel
Risk of simply living
67.
Enveloped in fume and dust
Babes wrapped against the sun
Growing up too soon
68.
Infants crisp and clean
Small small lunch box
An angel shaped hole in my heart
69.
Hot dusty trek
Pupils run to fetch my bag
Sharing the final path
70.
Pouring through the steel gate
A flotilla of lemon and lime
Sails to greet me
71.
Heavy bulbous sky
Rainbombs clatters the school roof
Drowning my voice
72.
Midday chokes and clings
Children of the dust learn
Their country does not love them
73.
Wanting to know so much
To follow me to my place
How do I like their environment?
74.
Shuffling through gloom and dirt
Crammed in benches
Seats to tear your clothes by
75.
Voices from dark windows
Distracted from lessons
Calling Mister Lea
76.
Gnats swarm in midday heat
Chickens seek out shade
But these classroom walls a cage
77.
Goat family attends our class
Sees what’s going on
And promptly leaves
78.
Drowsy buzzing classroom
Shutters slam in the breeze
Wake up sleepy heads
79.
Sitting beneath a tree
On plastic chair or twisted root
Discussing the world
80.
Released by a bell
Children burst from stuffy classrooms
To get pure water
81.
At the end of day
Running to the family stall
Actions worth more than words
82.
Cold beer
Trickles down my throat
Washing the dust of the day
83.
Sitting on the balcony
Cool morning air
Small birds flit through the palms
84.
Short sweet songbursts
Among the locust beans
The birds are shrill this morning
85.
Short sweet songbursts
Inside the church hall
The women are shrill this morning.
86.
Mutilated body
Ripe for pecking
Vultures wheeling overhead
87.
Egret pecking
At filth on this backwater
Why?
88.
Lifted from a tearless grave,
Rescued by her God
Small miracle in far-off land
89.
Thinking of loved ones
Can’t send my love in the mail
Feel so far away
90.
On a stave of wires
Constantly changing the tune
Birds bobbing to their song
91.
Big yellow bird
Hiding in the tree top
Big yellow bird, don’t go!
92.
Among the egg plants
Turkeys scrabble
Pecking by my window
93.
Christmas approaching
Turkeys squabble noisily
Plotting escape
94.
Dredging the well
Bringing only wet sand
Longing for clarity
95.
Exploring temple ruins
Seeking shade
And thirst for knowledge.
96.
As they watch from high
In damp forest air
Women make offerings to the gods.
97.
Voices echo
Calling forest spirits
From the silent mists
98.
Calling forest spirits
Voices echo
Into the mists of Osogbo
99.
Dripping pines
Breathing the air of the spirits
Feeling lighter as I age.
100.
Dwindling days
So much left to do
Yet feeling gone already
101.
Sunflowers dip their heads
Or look away
They sense we’ll soon be leaving
102.
Dancing to the rhythms
That feed the night
Africa never stands still
103.
Farewell celebrations
Head to toe in African colour
Feeling I now belong
104.
In cool morning sun
Crows pick over last night’s party
Like crows everywhere
105.
Dishevelled rising
Forgot my overnight things
Palm fronds serve as a comb
106.
A hole in my heart
Leaving for home
Never to return
107.
Afternoon sun on my skin
Thoughts of home
Dreading the blasts of winter
108.
Suddenly I realize
Our neighbours have become
Our friends
109.
Sorting through memories
What to take and what to give
Packing for home
110.
Too many goodbyes
Roots so deeply sunk
This tree will never die.
111.
Quiet, so quiet
Sun tiptoes into the sky
Even my breath seems loud
112.
Gazing out to sea
Back to his native land
Searching a horizon of dreams.
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