E. A. Ameh: My Magic Country
My Magic Country
©2009 E. A. Ameh
My magic country was big But now it is small The people are many But only few may be heard All are equal But some may be more equal I love my magic country That imports what we have But exports what we have not Abracadabra is the language of my magic country The more you look The less you see Abracadabra!
Civilisation
©2009 E. A. Ameh
I watched it coming A monstrous whirlwind of confusion Riding high in apparent majesty Amidst blind cheers of innocents, Unsuspecting, (alas bereft of sacred vigil) the aftermath— thundering guns, blood soaked streets, a rape of humanity and a people gasping in streaming ash and dust.
African Lady
©2009 E. A. Ameh
They call her washee wo wo The skin is bleached, The hair, two layer(ed) In confounding disharmony Black upon Black Ash upon African Whatever upon Africa
Her eyebrows are pin-shaved, The lips coated pink, red, green The fingernails are lizard shaped She walks with thorns in her feet, Her face greasy, sweat pouring over
They call her washee wo wo You find her in street corners And under neon light Dreaming of ecstasy in borrowed Benzes, Gum chewing in government cocktails Laughing artificial laughters.