Songs of Anisha
“Waiting for Forever,”
by Danny Bagucci
We had our hopes, we had our dreams,
We somehow believed, that words and guns,
That one more coup, that some more troops,
Would consign to the past, the pains we felt forever.
Somehow we believed in sugar coated tongues,
In “fellow country men” and khaki covered souls,
To wipe away the past, like a bad night’s dream forever.
Somehow hoping long, even against hope,
Somehow we expected the ever recurring “Joshuas”
To bring on us Utopia, like fresh breezes from the sea.
The more we wait, the more the pain it seems,
The more like a mirage the land of promise flees.
Of course we all but knew, we’ve finally realized
We’ve waited, yes, we’ve waited,
Waited for forever.
“At the Beach,”
by Chima Iwuchukwu
At the beach,
I’m enthralled by the effervescent happiness
Of tumbling waves rushing to lick the mouth of the seas
At the beach,
I’m amazed at the lavish stretch of wet sands
And their mock artistry at moulding the soles of my feet
At the beach,
I’m enraptured by the flowery tone of sea breeze
Reinvigorating my being after a hydro-therapy
At the beach,
I’m seduced by the magic of optical illusion
That makes it possible for the sea to touch the sky
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