Poetry of life
THROUGH THE LENS OF ANOTHER





As odd as unraveling
A secret of nature;
Sultrily unveiling her long paddles,
Showing the most uninjured skin;
I found her attractive silence,
Her shimmering heat,
Her changing colorful outfits,
Of mountains and sky fusion,
In the late afternoon
As they soften to pink and mauve.
Her crude beauty was ageless;
Welwitschia was her body gel.
To all human sheaths,
I recommend its essence.
My beautiful untamed wilderness;
Ripened Red, unfathomed and ready.
She was spectacular
In her vastness and detailing.
Patient to reveal the
Crucial politics of insects.
With her, there was a rare
Union of chalky
And bluish grey skies;
A marriage beautiful but brief.
Her hips as prominent as
The Eyo festival of the south west
Region of the Green and White.
I was shown the hidden,
She cultured me to push limits,
The craft of unremembered skills.
Her animals; graceful,
Careful and self aware.
Namibia in all her rawness
Had her pride in whole
Just as legally arrogant
As the Nigerian Jollof.
And in that holy moment;
I was fazed with
The feel good enigma of bitcoin,
The virtual deserts of our time,
The upsetting zoom calls,
The roaring fright
Of mental diseases
And emotional pandemics.
I found Namibia again,
Beheld her eyes;
Let art and tact,
Tech and earth meld forces,
Its the unerring path,
And if not true
There lies a forgiveness drink
Along its trail;
It will heal our thirst.
Namibia frenched and
Wagged goodbye leaving
Doted me with taste buds
Opened to the sweetened
Rara avises of Easter,
Grateful to April
For nesting all of my
Stories and bunnies,
Cuisines and garish eggs.
- Blessing Jane Nnadi
1/04/2021
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