We are disabled. Not a lot that we ask, just enough of care and It’s rare. They labeled us just like black label, we are not able that’s why we need a cuddle. That’s enough to enable, A tingling sense to see, to walk, to sing, to dance, to play and to mingle. But there is… Continue reading WE ARE PART by Bauer Anyame
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SILENT VOICES (AN ORPHAN’S CRY): Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
Silent Voices (An Orphan’s Cry) I know the feeling that Juvenile felt When deserted beneath an isolated tree, Do you know that feeling? The fear that gripped souls of those down-casted girls Waking up beneath miserable clouds. Do you know that feeling? The one which made me steal a bread from murderers When my stomach… Continue reading SILENT VOICES (AN ORPHAN’S CRY): Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
HUNGRY HAND, RICH MOUTH
hungry hand pleaded pleas went unheeded rich mouth hisses emptying filled dishes hungry hand armed rich mouth harmed body, soul asunder grave claims another! a poem titled *Read the full poeticle here: HUMANITY BEFORE ANY OTHER THING… Written by: KIS
THE SONG OF A STREET CHILD
Condemned to life in the streets Forced to stand on my feet I make my home in urban slums And find myself in the midst of hoodlums With sticks and stones I’m chased away I roam from place to place day after day My plight, no one is willing to listen With unwholesome tears, my… Continue reading THE SONG OF A STREET CHILD
HUNGRY CHILD
He lies on the ground Scorched by the Sun Sucking at his dry tongue, Pinching the sores that had almost dried A swarm of flies crowd around his face Licking the dried mango juice on his lips Too weak to wave a hand He wishes one fly would fall into his mouth Exhausted from crying… Continue reading HUNGRY CHILD
MY LEAKY ROOM
As the day draws to an end, The signs of rain become visible; Tonight, the worst is inevitable! The holes I count above are numerous, So much I know not which one to close. Then it came, heavy, with thunderous claps So loud I could never doze off. For long, my only inheritance, a dog… Continue reading MY LEAKY ROOM
CRY FOR HELP
I’ve lost the will to fight, I need help to see the light. My being feels so light, I need my wrongs to right. Who would sing me a song? To whom will my soul belong? Written by: Obinna Omotayo Jones Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
KINDNESS KNOWS NO TRIBE
You waved to me with teary eye But I could not come so fast, Though you still stood by In lack of what I amassed. I could not come so fast; My legs dragged for fear. Challenging factors I had to cast, Else they’d stop me getting here. My legs dragged for fear; What might… Continue reading KINDNESS KNOWS NO TRIBE
WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?
When they praise him When the streets sing him songs And towers tell his tales What would be my worth? What tale will I tell? What pride shall my progeny possess? Would I say “I know him”? Grey-haired, chewing-stick chewing On a stool, stories spewing “Same class of ’98, I know him” Would my tale… Continue reading WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?
HELP
Lend me a hand, oh brother mine God Almighty will bless you much And when I stand tall after all I’ll recall the help you gave to me God Almighty will bless you much For helping me out of the pit Of self-pity and dire despair And when I stand tall after all Fraught with… Continue reading HELP