the land is bare, the men have gone to war silence takes the greeting at the door time and again in the past some have gone here on these biers they were borne so after the gun and the bullet have made passed their message of death and the field are painted in crimson all … Continue reading Widows of War
i am the son of my mother the child of my father floating like a ship with no rudder in in this sea called life almost under the waves with which i strife my face raised to the sky my voice reach to the heavens praying that help comes by even if the messengers be … Continue reading Me, Myself and I.
…for those who have lost a mother my face is wet and i know not yet whether it be rain or tears my heart beats with spasmodic feats is it anticipation or fear that bring this tears i see through the blur of an eye drowned in color lifeless, the fingers that wiped my tears … Continue reading tears…
we have us only hope as friend and when he dies, then comes the end they’ve come again to spit their words our self-crowned gold Lords what have we not heard are we not the gullible herd? their words flow like rain only to flow into the drain in colors of rainbow they paint a … Continue reading They’ve come, again…
The Race Begins Again… they have come again to the track familiar faces awaiting the pistol crack and he that gets there first shall soon have a puffed up chest
They sit in their clay thrones
and peer down, human drones
they throw muck and mock your words
and poke at them with heated swords
they leave the logs in their eyes
and tear your precious words like mice
as the sun goes down, i sit with my pen in the gloomy darkness of my den there in the pot is the ink all that’s left is for me to think
i know a country where wisdom is green like leaves on a tree i know a place where words glint like white diamonds with no tint i know a wall where the prints of fingers leave a trail of stains that lingers
Is my greedy heart shackled and sold
To growing coins of burnished gold?
Now the sounds of crowded coins
Stirs tunes of pleasure in my loins.
Is my hope built on wealth that bides
Only like the ever changing tides?
50 cycles have come and gone
50 seasons under the sun
Suns have risen and set
Life and taunting death
Strifing peace and gentle war
some say their vespers
no louder than muted whispers
and some scrape the vocal cords
with scraping words
rougher than the palms
of the man who works our farms
NIGERIA @ 50: a story in verse The land that flowed with milk and honey Forests green, sun sunny Belles pretty lads strong Sweet were words in our song Tall was our humble pride Wisdom was our teaching guide Peace in hand, war in pouch The gourd our plate, the mat our couch To- their … Continue reading NIGERIA: how far we have gone! (PART1)
…on the selection of a Northern Consensus Candidate The revered oracle has spoken After much offers, much token? And how my heart did tickle When I heard he said, “Ah-tee-koo!“They asked, “is the Oracle a swine Drunken with strong wine Or did the noughts in a price Make nuts the one that was wise?” The … Continue reading The Desert Oracle
As I sit here in NS glade Reading the words of the LADE They’re swarming on me The spirit of poetry that be I whisper to EMMANUELLA And then to ANNA the BELLA
Its valentine they say A bright and lovely day But my lips smile not Dark and heavy is my thought Today I say goodbye To my love with a heavy sigh