MY VOICE (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 winner Madu Chisom Kingdavid)

My voice is the libations Of our penury‘s liberation Poured in the heart of Aso Rock Which do not appease the Tenanted gods of the house. My voice is the peeling souls Of pregnant babies sucking Their skeletal fingers instead Of their mothers’ withered breasts. My voice is the muffled moan Of the dying bones… Continue reading MY VOICE (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 winner Madu Chisom Kingdavid)

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Snares and temptations lie in ambush; The journey to self-realization and self-perfection Is fraught with too many dangers Education is the ammunition against their snares. It’s the potter that reshapes the clay of human resources, It’s the leveler of men, decider of our fates It’s the torch, lighting paths that feet stumble not It’s the… Continue reading GET EDUCATION!