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The Ghosts of Saint Simmons Island

It was a dark night in May at Durbar Creek

Across the marshland, the wind blew slowly

Palm trees of a strange country stood on the shores

And the people stood in chained sores

 

The whips of the master whistle through the air

A crack on their backs to urge them on

A pale moon reflects on the dark water

And salt seeps into wounds of slavery

 

Torchlights held to alien faces appear from trees

Thin lips turn to crescents at the smell of the long sea journey

The bidders prod the flesh of the freeborn

Fingers pinch the dignity of the strong ones

 

The chief raises his head to look into their eyes

The words reach in the wind

Orimiri Omambala bu anyi bia

Orimiri Omambala ka anyi ga ejina

 

Their voices rise with the chant

The frogs croak with the lament of these newcomers

An eerie song is taken up

And the music of their chains leads their voices

 

All men were born free

Chukwu makes no man lord over the other

The ancestors call to their spirits to be strong

And together, they all walk into the deep

 

One by one the water closes over them

And the shouts from the shore

Become nothing more than a hum of defeat

Quietly they make their journey home

 

It is often told under moonlight

Two hundred years after that night

How the whispers are heard at Ibo Landing

When the marshes are silent and the chains of the dead rattle

 

The fishermen will not cast their lines

In the dark waters of Durbar’s Creek

The chief leads his people to the homeland

A slow procession of free souls fly over the waters

 

Orimiri omambala bu anyi bia

Orimiri omambala ka anyi ga ejina

13 comments
  1. Pitiful. Sad. Dark. Gothic. Rabble-rousing This isn’t a legend, as it actually happened. Thank you Umari. Well put.”…GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!!”

  2. Truly,’ all Men were born free. Chukwu makes no man lord over other’.Say No To Slavery!!!!!

  3. Say no to slavery. If only such bravery still abound in this present times. I still cant believe how six (though with a gun), can overpower 148. If they are mobbed in unison the death rate might have been reduced. But again who wants to die first. Just saying. Sad.

  4. Correction……….. Say no to slavery. If only such bravery still abound in this present times. I still cant believe how six (though with a gun), can overpower 148. If they were mobbed in unison the death rate might have been reduced. But again who wants to die first. Just saying. Sad.

  5. Bravery and resolve..
    Modern day slavery is still a menace.. I pray the world is truly liberate someday.

  6. wow…i do not enjoy poetry… i was hoping to read born again, you can imagine how downcast i felt when it was not it, but then your lines caught my attention and stanza after stanza i read on. i love this poem umari

  7. i do not like poetry… i was hoping to read Born again…i was downcast when i saw it was a poem. then the lines caught my attention and stanza after stanza i read. i love this poem Umari

  8. Hello Umari and a good one you have here. but pls, when would Born Again’s next series be released? Am tired of having to refresh all the time, my data expired after the last series and I rushed to renew thinking the next series would have been out but what do I know, there has been no post all this while and my data would be expiring in a few days. Honestly I love you but I just don’t like your style of keeping us waiting and refreshing all the time, the interest is beginning to wane. Pls and pls, let’s have an update soon on Born Again. Thanks and God bless you.

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