Ogar Monday is a journalist with crossriverwatch, a street photographer an art lover with an addiction to shapes, size and colour.
These words are edible
Like a sweet scenting plate of Jollof rice
Seasoned with slivers of gingers
That have passed through the sizzling of dancing power oil
Carefully designed with springs of green onion
These words soothe my soul
These words are edible
Like a freshly prepared hot plate of Afang soup
Punctuated with shelly Nfi’s
And floating with thick kpomo’s
That needs a second bite to conquer
These words calm my spirit
These words are edible
Like Mama Nkechi’s Egusi soup
Forever married to lily pounded yam
Both adorned in green ugwu leaf
These words make me whole
These words,
Spoken by many tongues and understood by all
By lovers to their kind
Short but saying all that needs said
“I Love You”
Read Ogar’s poem I No Love Again
