Godwin Inyang's Blog

  I watch daily the sun in its rhythm Coming, going and only to keep coming; Never wanting, never daring to give up And a voice in my head sticks, ringing: Never give up when you’re down. Like the sun, get up and keep fighting.   I watch the waves with all gusto rising; I watch as they ferociously pound, Then recede and only to surge back With no less threat than before and pound And the voice again says: just like the waves, pound; For unceasing pounding only can corrode the coast. {THE VERSE IS TAKEN FROM MY COLLECTION, 'COLOURS (OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH)'.}

  Darkness, chirps, hoots, twinkling stars, silver moon; Silhouette of palms, lapping waves, sea breeze; Lovers strolling leisurely near a pontoon; Curled figures in bed sleeping at ease; Locked gates, patrol cars, security men, guard dogs; Cock’s crow, chiming bells, bugle blow at twilight; Dawn chorus, breakfast in bowls, plates and mugs; Orange ball rides up the sky, turns gold and bright. Roaring highways, ever bustling bus stops; Laughter of carefree kids in every playground; Women haggling and buying in the shops... How sluggish night walks, day must come around. As day stalks night with a dazzling beam; So does sweet reality stalks my every dream. {THE POEM IS TAKEN FROM MY COLLECTION, 'COLOURS (OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH)'.}