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27 Apr

Isthmus of Pain and Joy

Isthmus of Pain and Joy (An Elegy)

 

Akachukwu Christoper Lekwauwa

 

Christoper Lekwauwa was born in Eastern Nigeria on 4th of July 1986 as the fifth son of Felix and Ijeoma Uche. His Christian upbringing has had a strong formative influence on him. His deep-seated empathy for nature slowly branched out into love for literature and passion for poetry. A biomedical scientist and an entrepreneur with interest in fashion and designing, Christoper Lekwauwa is currently based in Southern Nigeria city of Yenagoa, practising Medical Laboratory Science. He asserts that he is a scientist, an entrepreneur, a poet and a Christian all rolled into one. “Isthmus of Pain and Joy” is an impassioned rendering of the speaker’s grief upon the death of his beloved father. The poem rolls out beautiful and familiar images one after the other, which upon juxtaposition, evoke a tranquil sensation that softly reminds us of the dualistic nature of human existence. 

 

Bitter cold on one side,

The joy on the other kept blood

From freezing in our veins.


Darkness on one side, 

Light flickered warmly on the other.

Tears covered one face,

The other went forward with laughter.


Rivers of tears were black and desolate,

But pure joy was harvest in cluster.


The equatorial calm in this half is eerie,

The cries were no more than a faint whisper, 

Heard but for the great stillness all around.


We sat beneath a cone of night

In which no star would ever shine.

The silence might have been speaking to me,

Answering my doubts.


Yes! We have travelled,

The unimaginable distance that lay between pain and gain, 

Loss and victory.

The dark sunless days are over.


All things, bright and beautiful. 

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