ALUU: THE ABOMINATION YOU DID! (by Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor)

Aluu! Just like your name, You’ve done abomination. Your veins are filled with wickedness And death speaks through your lips. Aluu! You have cut short dreams Hacked away ambition, Burnt out the future, Clubbed the husbands of your daughters And Blown out the candles That hold the light of tomorrow! Aluu! We wail for your… Continue reading ALUU: THE ABOMINATION YOU DID! (by Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor)

NAKED WOMAN, BLACK WOMAN (a chant by Madu Chisom Kingdavid)

Naked Woman, Black Woman  Charcoal-colored mid-wife of the newborn sun; Symphonic spumes of Cuanza rippling on the eyeballs of crocodiles And the adder of tropical rain forest at the banquet of gustnado. You are that dark dimpled damsel with full-ripened breasts, Winding waist and hip of otter at Atulogwu moonlight dance Who perfectly answered the magic rhythms of carved tom-toms and flutes… Continue reading NAKED WOMAN, BLACK WOMAN (a chant by Madu Chisom Kingdavid)

TALES BY MOONLIGHT (a Nigerian satire by Eyo Justice Ellis)

Do not steal; Else you’ll get ill And be beaten with a goad – A rebuke from God. Do not lie Always tell the truth – Like an angel in white suit Sporting a sparkly tie. Do well to overcome crimes; But how many times Have we not heard of their lootings, Their luxuries and their… Continue reading TALES BY MOONLIGHT (a Nigerian satire by Eyo Justice Ellis)

LIVE…

Today you are alive For a special purpose. To achieve it, strive! He that gives you breath Will guide you through; There’s no reason to fret! Live, now. Don’t wait! For by tomorrow’s dawn, It may be too late! You have the ink and brush Life is white paper. Write Before it flutters by you… Continue reading LIVE…

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Time Bomb Beneath Our Pillows

I laid quietly in bed
When it detonated –
The soul sniffing device.

I heard their screams – my neighbors
From within my cell –
With I myself but befuddled.

Their voices raged – intoned,
Affirming the unfathomable misery
And fueling the existent bedlam.

“We had seen him –
The time bomber –
Perched by their window.”

Their gravelly voices merged in mourning
And my placation to no avail –
As continuously, they wailed.

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That Girl…

She is the personification
Of beauty in motion.

She is the notes on the sheet
That guides the drummer’s beat.

She is the scent of the rose
Come, let her tease your nose

She is a soundless song, hear it
And lose yourself in its beat.

She is the flood waters of Jordan;
She parts only for the honor of man.

She is the oasis in the dessert
Found only by the stout heart.

Find me a woman, true
And I’ll show you that girl too.

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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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TALE OF TALES (a drifting nation at 52)

I know the tales of the past But which one is true, I do not know. … They said the white ones came And our elders smiled Into neck chains. I heard they came – with black books – And turned our black skin White with whips. Now, mothers – suited – deny the wrappers,… Continue reading TALE OF TALES (a drifting nation at 52)