Like Abiku, These bangles cast their charms in vain A rejected soul ? Behind the enchanting nourished rind is a free flowing fountain of tears, held spellbound by society's notion Layers of smiles, a rosy bouquet of embellishment Discreet chains tightly hugging his soul That wonderful soul Lips testify of its uniqueness The end draws near for him perhaps Will Okigbo* wait at heavens gate? Weep not If the scythe visits him before a mirage of hope Fate is a music for all, all for the music Its lyrics gallop with bitter sweetness Tread carefully through this jungle of words if you can, and find him transfixed at the precipice. *Christopher Okigbo is a vibrant Nigerian poet who died during the civil war, his poem collection Labyrinths still puzzles scholars till date.