I had read so much about him. In my mind, he remained a mystery. The different accounts of him, Intrigues me still. We all lust after him, The old regret never meeting him. The young always hope to see him. Only until recently, I heard he could be found, Somewhere in the West of Africa. In the South Eastern part of Nigeria. I became disillusioned. Why such a great man Couldn't help his brethren? They paid him no respect at home, And so he left home. To those who knew his worth. Please, my brothers! Let's bring him back For he is our only hope, Out of this inertia. The spirit of the Igbo-Man Is the escape from this stagnation. In fact, it is the escape velocity We need to soar high, Far beyond the sky Even into the space.
An Earth Scientist, deeply obsessed by the intricate tapestry of our planet's history, it's current state and the enigmatic possibilities of it's future. When I'm not immersed in the profound mysteries of the Earth, you will likely discover me engrossed in the captivating world of literature and poetry, where I craft prose and verse that mirror the dramatic complexity of life itself.