All posts by Okeme James Jerome
The Shameful Knot (2)
“No be my head ooo,No be my head ooo, anything wey satan dey plan, no be my head ooo”.Mazi Okafor chanted his favourite chorus as he meticulously wrapped his “medicinal herbs” as he calls it . The day was still young and the freshness of the air could testify to that. The breeze was gentle … Continue reading The Shameful Knot (2)
My Experience at Port-Harcourt’s Motor Park
It was a very busy day and the sun showed no mercy. It was so busy that an idle feet might get kicked out of the busy paths. It was my first time in Port-Harcourt but I was strongly advised not to act like a JJC. So I pretended not to admire the edifice buildings, … Continue reading My Experience at Port-Harcourt’s Motor Park
The Shameful Knot
He pulled the strands of his white beard, one after the other. His eyes, blood-red. He lips moved but no sound came forth to break the deafening silence that saturated the vicinity. Many thoughts ran through his mind. “Tufiakwa! My name will not be humiliated. Never! Not even in my grave.” He spat to the … Continue reading The Shameful Knot
Diary Of A Christmas Chicken
The argument is still on Of which comes first; the egg or the chicken but that’s not what they do in their kitchens. I grew up in a lively community Where eating and drinking were our only occupations. Love was showered on us daily, much love that we were too busy to ask why. Unlike … Continue reading Diary Of A Christmas Chicken
Yes To Education
Imagine a generation that relegates Education to a hidden location. What will be the situation if not retardation instead of illumination? What will be the situation If not like a child suffering from malnutrition? Only if they have seen procrastination as an abomination. Who birthed Civilization? Answer me. Who nurtured millions of World population and … Continue reading Yes To Education
The Poem I Wrote For You
I did write you a poem, yes I did. It was just for you. Finished it even before starting but forgot to tell you that I left it with you even before leaving. I could have dropped it at the door of your room but feared you might kick it away with the feet of … Continue reading The Poem I Wrote For You
The Penitent Prostitute
She once stood at the junction of decision Sampling her structure to cause a centre for attraction. Waiting for men who’ve lost their direction For she led the way to destruction. She called it not prostitution Neither will she say it’s fornication. But rather she’ll say it’s an occupation That gave customers their desired satisfaction. … Continue reading The Penitent Prostitute
The Mysterious Mother
I know of a mysterious mother Loaded with words that can murder. A daily target she made her only daughter Whose fragile soul her actions gradually slaughter. Then she comes with her sweet words saying “My darling daughter Don’t mind mummy. It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper When there’s no money”. Sometimes, she … Continue reading The Mysterious Mother
Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me you can dance to my heart beat It’s not rhythmical like a drum beat. Let this deception stop and not pause ‘Cos those words can’t get me pulsed. Don’t tell me of a heart I broke. Is it a bottle of coke? Won’t I first break the rib cage If I fist … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me
Arise Oh Africa (AOA)
Arise from the valley of bitterness, oh Africa! Arise to the peak of sweetness. Let war peacefully sleep on As peace sings the lullaby. The heart of my stomach gladens When the stomach of my heart is filled. Filled with the hope that Africa is rising Rising like the morning sun and not setting. Springing … Continue reading Arise Oh Africa (AOA)
The Tongue Of Delilah
(i) Oh Samson! Your birth was a blessing Blessed be thy mother who breastfed thee. How gladden become of my heart when it hears thy name ‘Samson’ Come sing me a psalm no mind had seen. For thy speech and wisdom will forever coo me As thy presence cools me. Oh Samson! How sweet thy … Continue reading The Tongue Of Delilah
World Poetry Day
The gathering was colossal And the meter of the venue was without measure. The moment metonymy motioned to mount the stage I knew the Pen was mightier than the sword. Simile served us smiling As sonnet caught our attention like a firm net. Delicious delicacies of dactyl was dished As we cheered with our glasses … Continue reading World Poetry Day
Agonies Of The Poor
Feed us not with lies anymore For our stomach are filled with empty promises. Our protruded bellies are not evidence of good living But of imbalance diet. How long shall we wallow in fear? Can’t we feel at home in our fatherland? For to be home is like a bird in the nest Not the … Continue reading Agonies Of The Poor
Valection
Will you sit back at home or make use of your Visa? Will you probably join them singing Rihanna’s “Under my Umbrella”? Will it be a time to groove with your new found groom Or a time to wave your broom? Who fixed the date? Was it for the love of thy Country? What’s in … Continue reading Valection