I crave an outer space in my Ojoto backyard,
beyond the balcony,
far from the chaos of the city.

I crave quiet time on a grassy plain,
not the scenic drama of Nat Geo Wild,
not the spectacle of a Serengeti National Park safari,
nor the restless chattering of radio beats.

If ever there is a blue grass field
smiling into wide, windy skies,
overlooking a calm, breathing sea,

let it find me.
Let me crave you - all blues.

Far from ETSAP inspections and negotiations,
far from teamroom debates and site tours,
far from the weight of building empires and dreams.

Just a quiet convocation of me.
A loving canvas
of deep, unhurried thoughts.

Rejuvenate like lions in their den,
rested after the hunt,
lost in sacred stillness
beneath a generous canopy of trees,

overlooking a calm, warm sea.

© Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu
25/02/2026