A proverb in eastern Nigeria goes thus: when one finger brings palm oil, it soils the rest fingers. This is the way with corruption. Defined by the Oxford Advanced Learner’s dictionary as ‘dishonest or illegal behavior, especially of people in authority’, corruption starts from leadership. The reason is that, power rests with leadership, and a … Continue reading The Poison Of Corruption.
Art, the use of imagination to express ideas or feelings, have always clothed the dull times of life. One may wonder why the Creator-In-Chief himself will cloth the fields with colors so beautiful and artful on the fields. In my opinion, God did that to make existence on earth enjoyable and lively. Music, Painting and … Continue reading On Music, Painting And Poetry.
The sun did part, and the slow time before me ticked into evening’s half moon… Night lights at the square, like the place where sun unset remains… Flood of praise drizzled like rain; we began to soak into God, until overwhelmed with downpour, life was flooded with praise… Perfect times seized the night, we cannot … Continue reading The Seventh Experience.
She ran toward life, as the world chased with stones to wear God, and put an end to life… That life is Jesus where the world took her, with the ocean of sin behind her, as the Master returned the wolves and their sheep-cloth that cover where mortal will not see… The Master wrote, and … Continue reading Broken Pieces
I, too, am my country, Though the children Journey still with Trudging feet buried In the dust. And so many Soiled and sored legs Tired like refugees With hot-baked feet Dead from the Sahara! I, Too, am my country, The big-eyed Sun of Africa with children’s Small stomach to eat The food of Eden. The … Continue reading I, Too, Am My Country.
POEM 1. It’s midnight, the sun awoke for million hours in the day; the Shepherd gathers sheep for prepared pastures, while the beggars manage home with hope…. The close of the sun leaves tiny trace for the way home, until the midnight-tick of the clock…. From ‘FLY’: new poetry anthology. ****************************************************************** POEM 2. SOULS GO … Continue reading Midnight.
Alarms of the early morning, and the cockerel of the early time earthquakes the bed… Though that neighbor awoke from the wrapper-bed, all cover the morning with fashion, like walking paintings on the streets, and life goes on…. The thunder on the heart quakes again, how much meal will fuel the day? But … Continue reading Life Goes On.
Neating the bloodful teeth, And, belly-pot with the Helpless’ blood, while Victims cry in turns. The Vampire trudge Against leaded feet, Because great loot slow Speed. The victims cry in Chains, praying few Drops where the dogs Drag crumbs, and the Victim looks to hope’s Call, whispering another Day! Pain most painful, The sufferers have … Continue reading Vampires.
It was almost that the Ghetto child pass horizon’s Eyes. She crossed the red sea On dry ground and survived The devils that lurks the nights. Black smoke cover the Stars in the night, and Ghetto child hopeless Count the ratty mats best at nights. They want that she work Miracle and create sudden change, … Continue reading Ghetto Unbroken.
Silent whispers for the Earth will rain from The clouds of love, from Heaven who loves you. It is the time of the Bars to break like stand-still Visuals from Mars. And the victims With sour silences dancing On moving screens, will Touch the break. The apocalypse, A whisper to God to Free. Break. Divide. … Continue reading The Prayer Apocalypse.
It’s returning like gush on your young memories; hearts that kept me for tomorrow yesterday. Shadows cannot be forgotten in a twilight walk. Yes, no fruit riped, and you made me lessons compared in a boat with the fig tree. I have become … Continue reading Behind The Shadows.
I dry to see your veiled face; that face creative brushes cannot color what fashion such glory designed! Who, glorious God did your sweet face designed? Who made your lengthy immortality rush perpetual immaculately into eternity? Who lavished your … Continue reading Glorious God.
Killing life for the resolve, And missing renewed try Makes ungracious the resolve. The wrecked heart is lured free To die, and kill the burning soul. But war life is, where heroes return Full medallions, but life rest no man Battle few for lifetime. Guns and cannons life defeats the Battle. We have … Continue reading No Reason To Die.
The sky unlocks the morn, as the light of the first day walk down the dew; hope stretch again the heart sow seeds and throw the dust of that hot harvest! The labyrinth I am coming from, thornful filling to a barrel-ful. Frailty had … Continue reading Fallen Forward.
Coming with terror And such menacing Dominion, is you Harmattan. Coveting, and touching With strong naked touch Of nature. Unclothing the great Iroko and the giant trees: Flogging the Baobab To beg few drops renewed. Hammering the seeds of The seedling-trees, and the Oil-bean, until music is Heard in the afternoon. You drink … Continue reading Ode To The Harmattan.