BEASTS OF ALUU (on the Aluu killings by Francis Achonu Egu)

I saw the video I saw their faces I heard the story I heard their grunts I reached for tears I reached for breath I found both I found rage Their hearts, burnt Their lives, lost Their ways, mean Their days, dark Beasts of us Beats of gloom Curses rain Verses sway <<<<<.>>>>> [Author] Francis Achonu… Continue reading BEASTS OF ALUU (on the Aluu killings by Francis Achonu Egu)

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WaZoBia Nuts

You that say Nigeria is but a map
And call that we knife out borders –
No more sisters and brothers!
Here I’ll brew for you a poetic slap!

If you will, laugh – drunken fools –
As I tell to you my nut tale.
I shall stand hide not my tail
For fools with wine of folly full!

Nigeria sat together at a picnic…
“Bisimilah” Mallam Sule said offering boiled groundnuts.
“E wa ba mi re” Ogbeni Fagbemi said as he put wall nuts
In front of Mazi Okoro’s pile of big, lobed Kola nuts –
And each smiled, hands in the pockets of his tunic.

And they ate speaking of nuts:
Shea nuts, Tiger nuts, Cashew nuts
Coconuts, Etima nuts, Palm nuts…
…Laughing while sitting on their nuts.

Well, that is the tale I want to tell.
For those of you still waiting
To spread your message of hating,
Get ready to go to hell!

So laugh again if you will!
This my tale of WaZoBia nuts
Shall forever prick your thoughts.
(So long as you breathe still!)

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