By
Obododimma Oha
I miss Canaan City
I miss the sweet breeze
And filtered air that kisses my nose
I miss Edikang Ikong
And menu prepared with washed hands
Honestly, food is ready!
I miss smooth skin
And life well-looked after
I miss life
I miss Canaan City
And her pleasures
I miss the land
That keeps my heart.
By
Obododimma Ọha
In a world where things are standing
On their heads, if you still know
Your right and your left
Then, you're a trouble-maker.
If tell people to do the right thing
How do you know
The right thing?
What makes the right thing right?
Only trouble-makers
Talk of the right thing
Or do the right thing
Peaceful souls see and deny.
In this new world
Right is terribly wrong
And wrong is wrong
Because it is hidden.
So, Trouble-maker, you are wrong
Because you know right things still.
