HALF OF A YELLOW SUN
We swim in sea of our sweat Thinking our end is near, Our hope keeps its head Above water to stay afloat. We watch tempest swallow The sea of our trouble, It weds our struggle, It builds our hopes a hollow. We fancy the face of hope That lights the face Of our hopes and dreams; We pray to live before we leave. Night after night, we watch And pray, for the city Of the rising sun To come like Jesus Christ. Nza, its current draw our fears To its shore where we find Ourselves singing the anthem Of the city of half a yellow sun, Where we find our lips Singing songs of fallen heroes. No more there was a country, Soul brother.
PARADISE LOST I
Out of its free will, The spirit of our spirits Takes a work in the day In search of itself, In search of truth, In search of This God That those gods in white ropes Teach during mass, And cheat after mass. Does God allow gods To preach love & show hate In the name Of holy communion?
PARADISE LOST II
These gods walk by race Not by grace; The ear of our ears longs to hear Of this race That fails to cast down Those parish hooligans who listen To fresh pumpkins' Confessions in sheets, Who map out bosoms Of sisterly pumpkins, Who thrust milky water Into anus of white cocks, In the holy name of incubus, In the holy name of succubus.
Yohanna Singfuri Daniel is a social activist, poet, spoken word artist, and teacher from Gombe State. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Parousia Magazine, Upwrite Magazine, Poemify Magazine, Words Rhymes & Rhythm, Spillwords Magazine, Fifth Chinua Achebe Poetry/Essay Anthology, The Markas, and others. Daniel is a member of the UNIMAID Artists Club, Borno Literary Society and the Borno State Chapter of the Drug-Free Arewa Movement. He sips arabica while pouring out his heart on paper. He writes from Rivers, Nigeria, and tweets at @DanielSingfuri.