Favour Onyeoziri is a 19-year old Nigerian poet, who resides in Lagos, Nigeria. He is currently an undergraduate student of history and education at the University of Lagos. A staunch lover of poetry and prose works, he is greatly influenced by the likes of Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Allen Poe, William Blake and John Milton. He publishes his work, among other things, on his blog.
I lay at the threshold of despair,
Desolation is my brother.
Those in whom I trusted have failed.
I squat, peeping through the window sill
Hoping against hope for a miracle:
Even as a ray of hope I expend with every spent sunset.
I stand gripping the iron gates of expectation:
And through its peep-holes I stare at the emptiness,
Constricting my eyeballs to get an eagle’s view
Of what the future has stocked for me.
I see bleakness,
A hopeless emptiness,
A nauseating void,
Even as my vision begins to whirl in an unfriendly frenzy,
And my poor soul embraces its cold hands.
At birth everyone is beautiful, but a few.
Some fair, some dark,
Some enchanting, some empty-brained.
But life has no guarantees and nobody is perfect.
Beauty is not without a fault,
For the sweetness of the honey leaves
The bee at the mercy of predators.
The uglier you are, the slimmer
Your chances of surviving,
God made all things ‘bright and beautiful’ they say.
I beg to ask but patience to prevent, who made you?
I’ve seen so many a folk fall into mischief
And long idle tongues waggle-words.
The fairest of ladies have witnessed rape
And the ugly physical and psychological torture.
What then is life I ask myself?
There is no guarantee even for the future.
So let’s throw it out to the wind – caution.