How come
We once paddled our canoe
Along river Ethiope
And no body saw us
Come and go
Till tides come
When sweet memories
Of Ethiope riverside
We cannot remember
Is it those delta bitches
At the river motel
It is those water baths
Where we saw people
Pulled into the river
Drowned into the river
Dive into the river
Whose waterbed you see
From the riverside
Of Ethiope river
Hence they tell
Their natives
Not to go to their river
When tis tides
To mark the annual
Drowning in the festival
Where mother Ethiope
Must swallow alive
One internet book seeker
Whose immersion is alive
While their resurrection
Is stone dead
Half breathing
Half dying
From the wave less flow
Of the waters
At Ethiope riverside.

POEM BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU