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And there was light
To illuminate my inward mind
And there was light
To prove its incandescent kind.

But this dream had become incongruous
Or was it I who was ignorant?
Ignorant of the kingship of dreams to reality
And its transcending power
To the messages I transceive
To illuminate my one eyed perspective.

And there was reality
And there was light
And there was a dream
Or wouldn’t it be put backwards?

 

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Okuwoga Eyimofe is a student writer who loves art and literature. He trains to be a good communicator and writer. His muses are words.

 

 

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

2 Responses to “I Had a Real Dream | By Okuwoga Eyimofe | African Poetry” Subscribe

  1. Funmilola 2016/12/06 at 09:31 #

    Thoughtfully and beautifully written. Don’t stop dreaming.

  2. Ruth 2016/12/19 at 00:33 #

    Nice work!

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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