Segun Ozique

Lilium, the genus of the lily herbaceous Born of ovary that is superior borne to adversaries As bulb, weakling but bloomed, is pre eminence; Beautiful in her native temperate as in the tropics Gorgeously habiting in airy woodland as in grassland Retains these naturally in swampy soil, or ruffling in dirt Though survives in these complexity and pattern, Domineeringly: yet tender in required environment. The lilium is truly the Madonna of all flowers As like in human type; loving, caring, kind and sweet Open to pickles and prickles, to be burdened to borders Able to cast her beauty and savour in frowns of shadows Needing propagation to keep the star diamond restored: But this applied, the cloud is lifted and, her bloom returns

A pageant of pure multi-colour The wind slowing to breeze Flowers grew everywhere Even on patchy dead woods Geraniums like sunshades and Arum shooting like trumpets A swallow glen, half a mile wide Then down a bend which ran a Blue-grey in lines like the spleen Till at the edge of the highland Into the dim forest is snowy sand; Cascade as far as the eyes could feed Plain; a place so satisfying to the eyes For its sheer warmth, wonders and Glorious masses of blossoming flora With waters beating in epileptic fury Sucking all worries and deadness on air: The scene is sweet; like opium, lifting

Tucked away Out of sight In the relative quiet Suburban outskirt But part of the inner city; At times vividly colourful Other times exoteric: Here Life is lived precariously With high doses of passion With instinct for zest and follicle With people in love with danger So often locked in marriage; In dance of nightly cultivated rituals Of eating food like in dump and sterile Dowsed in beers is laughter rising in waves: Garki is drudgery pit hole churning gold Garki is of people and animals in drags Tucked to neighbours among most rich Garki is home to throng of unhappy lives Garki, is a village drowning in Abuja’s smog

Her circumstances must be changed for better As stance to honour who she is The outcome of her deeds powered by her abilities Framed within what she has cooked, her mindset Be the contentment of her soul Take away the lullabies that condemned her Replaced by ululation roused by her deed This tender giant-half the world without is not To shed the cloths her parents doused her mind That she be the receptor, the defecated bin To await the spoilt recalcitrant other homo With unending demands never to be allayed

To what eternal secrecy lies this mirth’s magic As feeding anger with laughter and it titters Or stripping life of its laughter and it withers Remedy nature enchantingly nurtures twists? Laughter is Life’s twirl full of love and grace Spring God fills with happiness dusk to dawn Raw wit that brings refreshment to dreariness Divine spring to drought on the wings of angels Anger in Being is devil’s squeaky work place Anger fill the rational with bile of irrationality Anger is the fuel that lights vile self-indulgence Yet stroke anger with hilarity and reason returns Life in all nature withers in state stiltedly stressed Life always tilts in weighing scales in state of haze Life finds no meaning left to wonder in wilderness Life at such state always still finds laughter as food

In the first instance, beautiful-vent of devoutness Tagging along through bad times, the good and hell Spending hour reminiscing common binding mundane Hearts deeds wise head considers absolutely nonplus Blowing hot or cold, sensitive in all weather Swinging pendulum beyond logical relationship Embracing peace of mind surpassing understanding Full of glory; burning mood unquenchable by tradition Enlightening gen, like light shown to darkened heart Heart beholding eyes - mirror to the glory of rapture Transformation anew from glory to grandeur by charm Tier the fakes are sooner than later become bedraggled Since not limited to head, heart, senses have to let go all Where only the brave, heroic or passionate dare set foot