I have traversed this rocky road All alone In a low tone Divine romance, my goad Till after twelve solar-turns in the desert All my passions and emotions stand alert Has the chrism oil baptized my man-ness? Has the Stone frozen my emotion? Has the Chasuble chained my passion? Has the Breviary filled my emptiness? … Continue reading My Will And My Call
Damn the scoreboard Damn the results Damn those who knew us But chose to write whatever they wanted In our class, we know who is who. Damn the award Damn its recipient Damn those who knew us But chose to give it to those they were pleased with In our class, we know who is … Continue reading We Know Who Is Who
Poetry is my sharigan For out of love, I discovered you The beautiful power of art. Not only do I see the beyond My thoughts are heightened. Poetry is my voice I express not in words but thoughts She’s the music to my soul The still voice in my heart. Poetry is my light Illuminate … Continue reading Poetry: The Living Art
There are times when I will write things that would get you angry And you will feel like killing me on sight Please when I do that Just smile and say he is just an ordinary writer. There will also be time when I will write what will excite you And you will feel like … Continue reading He Is Just An Ordinary Writer
when 5am meets you outside, the birds will sing songs foreign to your ears, the cold would be so wicked your fingers grow numb from pain, your skin will reek of sin and cheap life. remember, this is not the life your mother wept to the Gods for. https://diaryofajadedgeniuz.wordpress.com.
Where are those people that told us to go to school? Where are the floggers that wiped our bumbums whenever we ran away from school? They said we would be very rich when we finished school We refused to ask them, maybe out to fear of being caned Why they themselves were not very rich … Continue reading Where Are Those People?
life is waiting for me. Duties,chores and needs to be met. books are waiting to be read and adult things beckon still, here I am,drinking oxygen from the words of strangers. searching for life in letters and lines, a tale so intricately woven,a word, careless sentence, a blogpost poetry dangerously raw, unadulterated, naked yet deadly … Continue reading Deadly alive.
Hold hands and walk without noticing others are driving away with Hummer Drink beer,dance all night with her in an exclusive lounge without noticing the ones down with champagne Play pool ,drink, sing and dance at home while others are doing weekend Owambe Walk the beach and burn calories while other are in fancy restaurants … Continue reading Buried in our love garden
BIAFRA FREEDOM …………BY………..RICHARD MBANEFO I prefer to apprehend the injustice I see Cruel I feel it may seize Why the frame on fire? Then we lived on hire We pray to the mighty one on high Let our hunger taste for glory seems victorious Let our children learn from our past mysterious Which lead us … Continue reading Biafra Freedom
The road you choose to follow Determines the destination you arrive, The destination you arrive at, Is dependent on the choices you made While walking through the road The road could be straight and calm Like an Olympic-sized swimming pool Or turbulent like the waves of The Ocean on a stormy day. The road … Continue reading The Road
Who are they? They are the ones in black Like mourners who are sober Brandishing guns and batons “Evil Watchdogs” They are touted as your friend Yet, they are your worst enemies Stabbing you like Brutus did Caesar “Evil Watchdogs” Your tax is their daily bread To keep a wink on society Instead they … Continue reading “Evil Watchdogs”
The horrors of her past haunts She jerks and convulses when in the act She tries so hard to conceal it but Her lackadaisical response betrays Whenever she feels lascivious The images come running to mind They appear like shadows in reality Then, her frigidity comes alive She has always met the Selfish Who come … Continue reading Shadows from The Past
I look back with nostalgia How I went through the pangs of death I could’ve transcended to worlds unknown I was gobsmacked at that instance It happened like a lightening flash I never saw it coming The gory images I beheld never left my memories in a hurry My pleas were like getting blood … Continue reading Unpleasant Memories
The drum of Injustice reverberates and resonates throughout our discordant, polygamy of a forced fusion. Our Leaders obsequiously hijack our collective heritage. Their perpetual obscurantism keep us in a motionless cycle The relay race of nationhood has been turned to a marathon. Partners of youthful blood are in Oblivion in the relay race. The liquid … Continue reading “Friendly Foes”