This tribal madnessIs sourced from the tribal chaosPervading their streetsIn broad sunlight.In every cornerYou see a drop of madnessMaterialize from common folks their general milieu in disarray,Their tact lacking conviction,They dance and trumpIn common, colourless noiseConstantly striving to sway usWith their stagnant willIn mad zealSprung from this tribal madness. Even their trade, their...
From a young boy there’s a cryIn that city burning byHe lost his childhoodTo a collective mental rapeFrom a mother who alone abide(She just lost another child),There is a broken sigh– Medal for her burdened heartA grievious wailing of a tribeWhere destiny is the bribeOffered the same plaguing dreamShattering our collective, merged rimAnd none else hearsAnd no one caresAll giddy, in questOf...
In all solemnity and grievance On our streets, to our walking penanceI plead, ‘let us beg Eve’Let us beg and stop to grieve. Our sole guardian of the flames of PurityA lofty role dumped with reckless impunityShe left, wasting our balance and peace,Risking chaos on clear short lease. When she left the kitchen and our futureThe backdoor chorused ‘house insecure’She...
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...
