There is no sweetest night of moon
If the playground is without your presence
There is no beautiful morning at all
If the rising sun is not your face
I can give up all I have
Just to watch you smile at me
I can choose to end in penury
If loving you is a liability.
But men do not suck green oranges
So let us rest, until the time is ripe
When we will be crowned as King and Queen
Then our fun upon the field will damn all fears
But if now we must long for what our hearts feels
Our love will be like a morning flower
Pretty as strabberies and smelling like yellow banana
But when the sun is up, it’ll be miserable like an harvested maize
So let us rest, until the time is ripe.
Kufre Udeme is a strong-willed writer with an artistic commitment to beat the blind criticism of Africa. Since 2007, his writings have been published in local and international publications, including All States, The Evangelist, and Update Newspapers. His poem “The Obama Nation” was published in 2011 by Fullosia Press. Please visit www.kufreudeme.blogspot.com to contact him.