From the east to west the River crawls
Connecting the south and north
Making life liveable, enduring
Living endearing
Without the River, life dies
Without it, life ceases
This River, this Hope, like a rope
Connects hopes
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Rarzack Olaegbe. He is a journalist with about three decades of practice. He has been a reporter and editor of different magazines and newspapers. He has covered Politics. Health. Entertainment. Information Technology. Brands and Products. Telecommunication. Financial Technology. He is an active ghostwriter. He is working on many published book projects. He is a regular radio guest. He is a Fintech enthusiast. He is the pioneer managing editor of FinancialTechnology magazine, devoted to Fintech for over 10 years. The magazine circulated in 14 countries. He is a newspaper columnist. He is the co-host of the annual Lagos Fintech Week, Nigerian Fintech Awards since 2012, and Financial Inclusion events. He is a TEDxIkeja volunteer. As a Communications Advisor, he consults for many of the leading Fintech firms in Nigeria including Interswitch, SystemSpecs, Remita, Precise Financial Systems, Digital Jewels etc. Buzz him @RarzackO
From the east to west the River crawls
Connecting the south and north
Making life liveable, enduring
Living endearing
Without the River, life dies
Without it, life ceases
This River, this Hope, like a rope
Connects hopes
Homelessness disease ravages nations
Political and religious leaders are lame
Haven’t found a cure for this disease
NGOs and technology are lame too
Asylum seekers and migrants dot dunghills
Wondering like wanderers from one emptiness to another
Bothering about what is a bother
The next homes, and the former homes.
How long will this homelessness torment?
No pizza for me!
That is the response from a friend
At the end
Of a birthday celebration
No pizza for me!
She insisted outrightly
She would not taste the pizza
Nor smell the aroma
Aha!
She crushed the
crunchy pizza
with her canines
Why am I running away if I am not guilty?
Why are you running away if you are not guilty?
Why are we running away if we are not filthy?
Why are we running in perpetuity?
Why am I running away if I am not a runner?
Why are you running away if you are not a gunrunner?
Why are we running away if we are not convicts?
Why are we running in perpetuity?
Can we stop and hop
Can we stop and drop
Can we stop and chop
Can we stop running, please?
Making the journey from
my abode
to my code
Was a ritual until I bridged my fellowship
Then it turned into
A joy
A toy
A ploy
A ritual.
Rich and endowed we are
But not endowed enough to make the Rich List
The beauty of our house cannot cover
of Forbes magazine sit
Our home was CNN’s news centre
The other day, it aired my point of view.
My face and quote splashed on the TV screen.
For lunch my banker stopped over.
My surroundings are unworthy.
That is a tiny bit of truth
Darkness blanketed the house.
Silence sat in the sitting room.
Breathing heavily, a figure ran across the room.
Window shattered!
Footsteps ran across the lobby
Could not see.
It was eerie.
It was thisclose to me.
I was scared!
Bleeding! Blood dripped down my temple
It gave me the creeps
It had been a bad two weeks.
Cannot see you because you are moving
constantly in a kaleidoscope of colour.
Your last dance moves were better.
That is my verdict.
The fine dancer in you is distorted
by the kaleidoscope of colours I see
Or is it me?
The colours are all I see.
Police
have arrested
a murder
suspect
the mastermind
behind the
killings of
the president
and other
unresolved
deathly
cases;
Especially the
mysterious
disappearance of
your father.
She would not serve the cup
She would rinse it
Dry it
Hit it and serve it
That is my wife.
A control freaks
The meat is not tender enough
Not seasoned enough
Not broiled enough
That is my wife.
A perfectionist
The wedding is not perfect
The setting is not perfect
Until she gets in.
That is my wife