Wednesday, April 10, 2013


I was having drinks with fellow blogger and friend @sicily101 who blogs at when he very casually asked to see my version of 'Abiku' again. After then, a couple of Abuja Literary Society members have asked same. By demand, here is Abiku.  
From me something was hid:
Looking up to a mother so fair
yet troubled in an effort to
from death rescue an accursed son.

Her hand she placed upon my skin,
feeling for a fever:
her solemn expressions,
she replaced with false smiles.

In her voice as sheep, she said
'Remember this moment,
when your mothers hand
heals every trouble of your soul'

'For me lessen the pain,
let me go, as with the next season, I'd return'

Adejoh Momoh ( can be followed on twitter @adejoh


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    1. Thanks Blogoratti. For a while, I have tried the art of writing short, concise, tight poetry and I have been consistent with it for about 3 years now.

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    1. Thanks Olakunle. If you agree, I can guest post a poem on your blog sometime? Holla back.

  4. Ogbanje in different Nigerian dialect,..its de height of ignorance exhibited by the old generations..i and my immediate family have'n been victims...these ignorance makes mothers pass thru untold hardship, ridicles, ostracisms,maybe death..and all these are pr3ventable,,just visit a health practisioner b4 pregnancy and find out the genetic compatibility with ur partner....Sim

    1. Thanks for reading Sim. Now you're reducing our tradition to genetics? LOL... Dont do that.