COLOUR

You don’t want to be dark Why should you look like coal Not yellow like ripe Pawpaw? Indeed, you are Arewa obinrin Your monthly feeding bill Is dwarfed by the price of the cream That maintains your artificial colour Are you not Arewa? It’s no surprise I know, to have...

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AFRICAN LADY

Beauty in dark complexion Her dark skin shines even at night… African lady So mild when she appears in African attire Naturally pretty when she ambles by With her short, dark, attractive mane Here is the African lady More gorgeous than mermaids With her smiling face Africa, that is her...

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OUR TWO-FACED MESSIAH

He came as the holy messiah His lips were coated in sugar His voice was a metaphor of honeycombs But we now know He is an irony of destiny He came to steal her wealth Meagre leftovers of his fore-runners He came to destroy her With laughable wit, unorganized structures...

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VOICES OF AFRICA

Voices on the mount Nyiragongo of Congo. Voices maimed in the genocide of Rwanda. Voices observing the guerrillas of Uganda. Voices silenced in the apartheid of South Africa. Voices navigating the nebulous Nile of Egypt. Voices of tan women raped in the Chadian war. Voices bathing in the cascading falls...

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OH! MY SWEET NIGHTINGALE

Sitting here alone, confined to my troubles Breaded by my worries that pierce through my marrows I long for an escape from these troubles that compound my worries Worries tearing through the depth of my marrows Troubles from my worries, wondering about the future… Of unborn child and the cruelty...

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FULL MOON

When the evening sun has melted way and lain its shoulders in the undergrowth When the lonely sky stalks in jittering steps the grasses nod to the lullaby of the wind When the moon is at peace with itself the hen preens like an adorable bride Then you will hear...

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FROM THE GLOWING EYES OF MY SON

From the glowing eyes of my sonI see tears of the crying sunThe glittering pity of the African childI see the rust from the departed earthThat ingrained the adversity of a manPoignant staggered in the ail of my heartAs age draw closer my graveI shall fear not Warriors are gone...

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SONS OF THE SUN

At the cry of the winged announcer Backs must leave mats Our lips must spew libation And ill masticated kola Into the waiting mouth of Amadioha As we set out to break the morning earth, right foot first When our backs break In the heat of the sun We will...

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