Posted: April 24, 2014 in Poetry
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by Iyeomoan Ehizogie (Ema-Zogie)

(For the Uromi Cultural Dance Troupe, Nigeria)

Beat the drums
Invoke sleeping spirits
Of black Ishan gods
Provoke hungry desires
As we unmask
Stunting masquerades
May we dance
The dance of immortality

Shake the tambourine
Let those feet
Invite handshakes
Hail-stormy hailings
And mild pats
On hunched backs
May this dance
See yet another day

These broken bodies
Can swing
To the local sound
Of talking drums
The wind still listens
Yea, it obeys
These endless upturns.
May we dance today
To dance-in another day

Let the colours
Of the rainbow
Her spell on thunderbolts
For it is dawn
Let this season
Of naked dance
Harvest moral cobs
For mortal ancestors
May we dance again
The dance of our fathers

As we pour out
This fresh palmwine
Begging for a sip
From the keg of togetherness
As we break
These kolanuts
Breaking cords of discord
May this dance
Be trapped
On the seashells
Of evergreen memories
May we dance again
This dance of immortality.


Iyeomoan Ehizogie (Ema-Zogie) is a final year student of Economics and
Statistics department in UNIBEN, Nigeria. He is a creative freelance
writer, a public affairs analyst, a monochrome artist and a poet. He
currently holds “the young premier Economics essay prize” and the “silver prize for poetry at the Korea-Nigeria International poetry feast (4th edition)”.

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  1. Anene Francis says:

    Expressing love for a particular traditional dance, also motivating other dancers to keep on and sustain it… Beautiful piece… (when next I come to Edo state, my eyes would be itching for a feast of cultural display lol)

  2. Ezeamalukwuo says:

    Nice lines…i like it. Keep it up, make we dance (no ghost allowed) biko.

  3. Hmmn… So this work has also reached the rich stable of LYRIVERSITY? Thanks for liking my kind of poetry that promotes our traditional values…

    Thanks for the comments as well…

  4. ogala says:

    What’s the poem talking about? I sorta feel its a message of hope, saying that Africans would eventually give up on ‘westernaization’ and go back to their origin…

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