In the midst of a common nightJust when it chimed two,With Sleep my partial foeI lay on my bed unfriended by Dreams.I lay turning, turning, turningTurning the day’s eventsPlanning the coming.And suddenly, I hear a wailing birdShrieking like it lost her precious left wingYelling with a crashing noiseCalling an immediate assemblyOf all indigenes of the shrouded world. She wailed for seven...
HopeOf sane beauty like rose petalsHer heart is worth many medalsShe habours the living strenghtOf the truly living Bond, sentTo man reconnect in unityBack to eternal trinity. HopeOf the undying wit and smilesThat bears Wisdom on several milesWith her the ivy you always seeThat flows from the only living HeShe carries her name with no jivesAnd dispatches same in needy lives HopeFrom the scarcely...
From the classroom came heHe came as a silken roseAnd strode through hearty noose.The parties jeered, the people reveredThe leaders declared, all nothing more wanting.His name resoundedEven in his opponents’ mouthsHe was God’s grace to Nigeria.For him, she bore a surname‘Goodluck Nigeria’, greeted the world anew Unflinchingly, Nigeria votedShe was her beautiful...
There is a lovely roadThat runs through the canals Of Ekiadolor and IguodiaStraight into the wilderness of Ovbieko.It is a road that imprinted In our very heartsA future fast approaching A bond silently endingIt is the beginning of our story The footpath to our heritageThe echoes of our ambitionsThe source of our contagious energyMama trod this pathWith religious discipline.
He told me it was unbroken
The circle of this drumbeat
Whose song torment us
Our mirror cracked, our weight unheld
We carved this drum
Polished it with our blood
Beat it with our strength
Preserved it with our sweat
‘In scattered ways we come,’ quote I
‘Axe in hand and skin design’d
To hew a new drum
Whose beat we’ll dance to.’
‘Tis was a quiet and lazy day The sun, sluggish in its sway Sending ashen rays across the panes Like an unannounced Dane The dizzy wind stromped and dug Like a lazy ocean’s stuffy hug, Splaying cold slitters to my dulled nerves. There, my stay, my damp reserve. The night before bore much rigour, Startling my dazed night with vigour Banished from strength, I lay in Day’s wake Like a broken kingdom...
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken and sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor.” But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot. They “didn’t have a pot to piss in” and were the lowest of the low. The...
I am your renegade, the lingering stump of thought Bearing burden seeds to your heart’s garden: I am the remains of a stormy drought Sweeping through your brazen nerves, hidden I am the cold challenge spearing and searing, Slinging with tacit tact, your sold emotions. I am your lost breath swaying and sneering At your want for my coveted touch I am the black star you cannot own its existence Who...
Turning and turning in these widening gyresThe falconer is lost in this blind falcon chaseThis death trace viciously curvedHolds but nerves for his set resolveAs he splatters his lying hearts to the grieved falcon raceThe falconer, phoenix born, lives anew, rebornMaintaining its unmended curveas the falcons grievously answer.The gong song bleats with bloodHer song was smeared with naked hopes...
Delta today,Empty heads beat their gongsAnd wield Bribery’s handTo sway the tip of the balanceIn the cat race for the senatorial hall.Today Delta,Men with missing heartsAgain, robe and invest in corruptionTo rip the economy of her trickling wealthToday Delta,Delta is called to answerAnd lend her handTo the lingering rape of society.Today marks the new dawn of our harsh sun.The new song of...
