Deliverance

Just to be
With  wits ablaze
And in my cup ,
A book of songs
Riding the wind -
With purpose defined:

Cherished by love-
Desires forsworn...
Yet fulfilled by self
Ruffles and all ,

Is living unfettered
Wholesome and free.

By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

Imagined Love

In the light of the first dawn

When the world was just an egg

And all that is, and was .... 

In it was contained ,

Paradise was near; and 

Sweet was the life that

knew no grief. 

And in those fledgling moments,

From cradle to the hearts of men

Flowed hallowed ,the mist of love:

And the inklings of the core affirmed

Truth , sanctity - decorum in all affairs....

And then came Cain - a kin to sin,

By whom rancor came to bear.

Though hatred yet persists

In many a heart and tongue

That tell our tale,

Love we must -

One heart to another

All through the teasing hours.

Look at the bees...

And their telling ways

That woo  flowers to blush,

Despite the brush and prickly maze!

And the sun , oh how she lends her lease

To earth and worlds abroad !

And if a lesson to mankind

This would lend , be it thus :

That from one heart to another

Love must flow;

And with open arms, be it friend or foe,

Let all embrace;

And to dueling parties be they of state or clan

Let peace afford .

Love is the way, the only way.
And collective will -  the sacred spring
That recoils the very first of dawns -
When the world was just an egg
And paradise, an easy glance :
Then sweet again would be
The life that knows no grief

By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

Cameroon

"A Jewel , Worth Its Treasure"

As it may seem

The die is cast

As the newsreels

Scream out loud .

Beneath dark clouds we stare

At crossroads where fortunes strain !
Clenched fists, deeds on the rock face
Stripes in the sand ; what lies ahead?

Many hands now stir the broth

Deep within the smoldering kit.

While the ancient barnacle

romps the alps, his brazen

stalwarts , the courtyard  tend 

with brutish contagion !

This place that legions duly love...

The same that wagers now reproach

This Africa in miniature

Is a jewel, worth its treasure.

If it were an egg within 

 The clasp of  malediction ,

Then all is lost - in a land

where cockerels rule .

Alas the tableau, though grim

Brims with hope . As the renderings

Of the scarlet brush speaks 

Of a table - lame of gait

 ....tottering yet kept astride

By potent offerings of the heart .

Take heed all you masons in the fold...

You - dark suits , white robes , blue collar

Red berets, khaki pants , green mangoes

Fancy Kabas, true patriots of goodwill .

This place that girds our hearts

The same that wagers now loath ;

This Africa in miniature

This  gift from kindred beards of yore -

Is a jewel ,well worth its treasure .

" Kaba" : ethnic garb, loose gowns typically by Sub Saharan African women.

By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©