A Walk through the Lonely Bush Path

By Chigozie Peter Ohaegbulem

The book is a collection of deeply philosophical and partly mystical poems. Spanning about 15 years, they came about from the experiences of the author during his formative years. They are from the heart and speak to the sincere reader's heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CMD
• Release date: Jun 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952046599

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Contents

Part 1: 1984 – 1993 The Age of Naivity

1. A Cry In The Night

2. When?

3. I Shall Laugh Again

4. These Walls!

5. Mystic Lines

6. An Attack Of Heart

7. Conflicts & Doubts

8. The Great Deceit

9. Oh! Master—Time

10. The Need

11. Night

12. Mamatri

13. The Rage Withln

14. A Swan Song (Part 1)

15. After The Dance

16. Inspiration 1

17. Inspirations 2

18. Inspirations 3

19. Looking On Darkness

20. Nunc Dimitis For The Cheerful, Giver (Part 1)

21. Nunc Dimitis For The Cheerful Giver (Part 2)

Part 2: 1994–2000 The Age of Awakening

22. Caged

23. Oh Little One!

24. Wedding Gown

25. I Hardly Know You

26. Looking At You

Part 1: 1984 – 1993 The Age of Naivity

1. A Cry In The Night

(FORCES A-CLASH?)

Hear me ye that mind,

For here is a Soul tortured

From front and behind

Veneer, gloss and fronts

Hide nothing from the discerning eye,

Only the eyes and souls,

Of the naive and the simple are

deceived and convinced,

Ye gods,

Makers of fate, and fortune,

Where are you?

Stand ye by, and

Like gluttonous and drunken old men,

Watch a little child

At war with himself

Trying to resolve necessary conflicts.

Thus, day and night

Forces arc a-clash-

Within and with each other

Spirits, unseen

With barred fangs,

And unsheathed claws

Tear and rend at each other

In attempts at victory.

Yet the grim Spirit (Imagination)

Indomitable mother of Resolve(s)

Now and then begets another

Resolve

To be torn and rent asunder

By the maddened spirits

In their insane war

Or threatened and swayed

By other spirits without,

Unwitting meddlers,

In a mad conflict.

Hollow feelings,.

And empty imaginations

In attempts at self- assurance

Defeated and hwnhled at an earlier war,

A tall palm tree fallen down

And now climbed by women and the infirm.

Fleet footed time

Like mighty Death

You heed not the cry

Of the fearful,

Nor respect any, flying ahead

Towards an unpleasant

Inevitability,

Forces A-clash?

Now grim spirit, mother of resolve,

Beget a stout son,

That shall not be swayed

For fleet footed time

Flees on,

(ii). WHEN?

When shall it end?

All these conflicts and wars

Decide ye not?

Makers of Fate and Fortune

Having tasted the ill-fate

The child now awaits eagerly,

For the good fortune

When O! ye gods,

Shall it come,

For as the morning negates

The night with light,

So does good fortune,

Negate ill fate with delight

Forces a-clash,

Who shall win?

When shall I be a man,

Victorious in-my convictions,

When shall it come to pass,

That I fight like a lion,

And die like a man.

For now,

Ill- winds have befallen the brave,

The lion is now lamed,

The antelope now deems it fit,

To demand the debt,

Owed him by the lion,

The tall palm tree has fallen down

And is climbed by women

From grace to grass

I now dine with the meek

Humbled and humiliated,

I stumble on,

A shadow of my self.

When shall it end,

When shall these lips,

Again part, in genuine smile,

When shall I again,

Move with and within my circle,

And leave behind little minds,

And blind eyes, that know not,

Nor see not, and know not,

That they neither know,