WOMAN, MAN… (a poem in parts)

I.    WOMAN Inherent in every woman is the desire To nurture and behold the fruit of her womb The kicks within her belly give her pain and pleasure With inquisitive gaze she looks into the future The thought of concealed gift floods her mind II.    MAN You creature unfeeling as...

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RELIGION OF ALL RELIGIONS

How come they face so much humiliation? How come they face so much indignation? Why should they always be the prey? How come they don’t always have a say? We forget our existence is of them Nothing exists without the woman From dust man was made But the woman was...

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PUNCHING BAG

I’m now your punching bag Me, the woman you promised To be with forever Late, you come home Roaming about with bottles To smash on my head when query you Now you call me a witch The woman you swore To protect all your life See my cheeks Molded by...

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NDU K’AKU

*Ndu k’aku, lets live and let live. My dear **Adaku, I leave your bee hive. I sing to the god of my belly. I’ll be loud and roar! I’ll be merry! What ails you woman?! Be calm! I’m the Man! +Ndi-moto can ride on! ++Ye m nkwobi na afo-anu(man)! Ah….ndu...

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GOD GIVEN MA

A virtuous woman I call a mother; The best amongst the best Pillar amongst pillars Mother in the market place Closest of all friends In good times and ugly She is always there for me When all creature sleep and slumber, My mother is always on her knees Sending petitions...

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YES OR NO?

Never say “No”! I nod, this story I know Quite well, except the end. I ponder this as I lay in bed A woman is a needle Thrown into an ocean Many will try to cross that hurdle And fulfill the mission To possess a tamed bird I ask. “Is...

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SECOND TO GOD

She gave me the best security For nine months of uncertainty And brought me up with purity Beautified me with her noble beauty She is my only joy, my pride And I’m secure whenever I’m at her side If I could in her womb again reside There I would from...

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THE AGONY OF A MAID

  It is not my making that I’m a maid. If my parents were alive, it would not be said That I live at the mercy of another, Who is neither my father nor my mother? My likes and dislikes, I’ve thrown away To embrace the dos and don’ts of...

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BUSHWOMAN

Have you seen the bush woman? She idles not a day at home She keeps to her every plan, Breeding her affection in the rich loam Have you seen the bush woman? You’d not think this derogatory There are always yams in her barn With warmth, her manners are satisfactory...

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