Day 17: Invention's Hour

Let your imagination run wild

Like wild cattle on the green hills

Of Obudu countryside

Lay hold on all your heart seeks

But try anything once

Then flow with the rhythm like a folksong

You can dictate the tune

If you paid the price

You can blow on Destiny’s flute;

Call your sun, like an enchanted cobra, to rise

Without reflux out of a creative mind

Until it literally razes the illusory sky

Invest in your imaginative power

Cause it’s the only way you triumph

In invention’s hour

Akpan