Onyeka
“MY SONG BURSTS, FOR ONYEKA .”
A DIRGE BY CHARLES OKAFOR ,IN TRIBUTE TO THE DEPARTED SONGBIRD AND ROLE INTERPRETER,ONYEKA ONWENU.
my ears trained in the direction of that daintly,sonorous song, as it wafted out of nature’s womb.
Soon, I am invaded by other adherent feet who,like me,are roused by the elegant stallion.
The image,from a distance,seem hazy,but,shortly,all is clear.all is known.
Aha, it is,as I,we,thought,indeed,Onyeka.
Dance is the active assemblying of the totality of the Being Essence.
Onyeka,by her song,teaches us this.
She retreats,momentarily.So do I,we.
Again,Onyeka emerges, this time, not a song bird. She is mother, in a role play, to me and another, in a state of imposed derangement, as told by man’s inhumanity to man.
The story is told in CONSPIRACY.
And then,OMALINZE,and then,many more.
All ears,again,are trained in the direction of …no,not a sonorous voice.
A wailing it is.
The gathering,no,not for glad tidings.
ONYEKA, the elegant stallion,sings no more.
the birds take flight;the seas dry up; the earth melts;my,our pain soar.
Death deals,fatally,upon this songbird,as early as seven seasons and two.How early to deal, when the songbird rouses humanity,each time, from it’s slumber,pain,injustice,despair and gloom.
I,we,go back to sleep.
Who shall awake me,us,to the congregating of community?
I,we,shall,yet strain,in deep reflection,to hear,it’s all a bad dream.The songbird is alive and well.Is she?
My Song Bursts for ONYEKA.
Adieu, Izu Nwanne,the Woman.
