Bongos groove
- Published on June 9, 2023
- By Sam Ogabidu
Bongos Groove
What words can sing for him
Who came with a honeyed voice
Toned and honed and weaved
To carry the voice of our hearts
The cries of our secret fears
Like he sang we are searching
And this poem is a quest to find
In the forest of words the woods
To chisel the seat to sit
The one who made a forever song
For the forgotten woodpecker
Otatchikpokpo....
He rode a bike in his boyhood
In the streets ofOtukpo
But his mind wondered
Into the groves and he found
A guitar and cleared his throat
He starred around and found
Lives and stories as themes
And weaved his songs and stole our hearts
He filled our dreams
And we stand now before our icon
Our own Bongos
Because he owned us first
We claim him too
Unafraid to share
From the vault of his genius
His voice in velvet tones
Wraps round and gives life to any story
And wows our ears with sensory delight
Because he is an auditory sensation
From engineering to architecture
To philosophy and history and culture
He spread his wings and cas
