Are there no young men in the land? Where are our youths? The leaders of tomorrow We look around for them, they are no where to be found Our tomorrow is bleak They say we are the giant of Africa The iroko tree standing tall and confident in a desolate forest Who is … Continue reading The Future
Life is good Indeed life is good Why won’t I be thankful for all I have worked labored for? Aha, did I say labor? Do I actually work? Me, I help build this country The money comes to me Just the way sugar attract ants I am a contractor to the government I help build … Continue reading Life is Good
What does it matter? I can’t see it on my skin It is definitely not written on my head. It may run through my veins that i have heard people say, that we are who we are, where we come from defines who we turn out to be The evidence of who I am and … Continue reading The bride that never was.
Things remain the same but man changes I never knew this till I was old enough to understand the world my innocence snatched from me by life’s cocky hands. i discovered that life was not for the faint in heart When I was a boy, I crave for adulthood I cursed those who wanted me … Continue reading Things remain the same.
On an empty stomach they expect us to smile We open all thirty two like zombies They throw crumbs from our own pot and we jump with glee Just for that moment all our troubles seem ages away Then we realize we are hungry again We run to them, they laugh at us They dangle … Continue reading Our own Meat
I know I will die in this mission A mission whose purpose I will never know Those that I fight I do not hate Those that fight me Do not know me The luxury of hatred is far from me. So tell me what is the purpose of this mission? they say this mission will … Continue reading Waste Land
I can hear their voices From a thousand miles away. Voices of men and women Singing songs of liberation interwoven in one voice. Happy voices have replaced the sound of groaning. The drum rolls, telling all Who cares to hear That it is the dawn of a new day. A new beginning, the rebirth of … Continue reading Dawning of a new day
The soil have treated me thus She is angry, all my efforts Are in vain Earth and water is at war with me. As if I have done the world great wrong On sharp thorns do I tread through This lonely journey. My feet bleed, just as my heart cries Out softly as I walk … Continue reading The Abadoned