African Woman.

African Woman.


African Woman,
Ebony like black diamond
Costly to bargain for mint.
Woman who walked miles
The sun and held life’s
Fire with smiles.

African Woman,
Black Tigress, who
Opened the dew of
The morning sky, and
Rained nested honey
To sweet away Afric’s sores.

African Woman,
Strong like Tigress;
You remain in your
Eternal charm.
Dancing untired the
Classic rhythm of the Tom Tom,
And, surrounded with beating
Tom Tom before the strong
Beat on skin-back.

African Woman,
Resilient Lioness of
Wild house: like a
Hunter you shot us to
And we fight life
With strange strength.

African Woman,
Strong like Tigress;
Enlist in Queen Idia’s
Scroll, and published
In sun-baked Amina’s
African Woman, black
Warrior who held her
Husband drink from
The lion’s den.



Your fashion is not
to tear, nor that
heart to fear,
but in grace to
face where your
power-palm touch
life such lush!
Your love not
for merchant-fool
to fool, but that
you full that
Adam’s heart
with Heaven’s dew…
Your craft, unwitching
with God’s sagacious
state for that man,
who sees charm you
heal when that man
You are God’s
thought like the
sun, to feeding
growing greens;
you are gold
in labyrinths, by
him who return you
roses and rings,
because you are
another precious
life to life…!



The chimneys smoke,

and exhale upward the

blue and black sky.

Strange Lagos stretch

two hands welcoming,

which hand to rest, which

land to till your own.

The mysterious complexities

of three and four junctions,

where the stranger fear

the missing Police list

and pity-poster of melancholy.

So much water gush,

where the seas mirror

the azure sky on

Victoria Island, and

Broad street host

skyscrapers and arrogant

like peacock-pride.

Metamorphosis of Oshodi ,

so Lagos about Lagos,

and souls flow like

coming and going rivers.

The ghetto that suffered

dreams, mount-up-wall like

Kirikiri prison; but who

will not sit on her walls

build strange lands!

The train sings

down the railway, as

hustlers pursue for

trade, and the mints

to knockout hard-knocks….

Lagos sleeps and

awake, but rest the

soul who cage it…!

*(Lagos is a city in Nigeria).



where I saw
the golden-set sun
between the greened hills
of Ikpoba
and the azured sky.

(Benin is a city in Nigeria. Ikpoba is a hill in Benin)


20 thoughts on “African Woman.” by Dike Dyke Williams (@dwilliams)

  1. There is something not quite right with this piece..(maybe it’s just me) Oh yeah, You need to EDIT this thoroughly…There is something ‘off’ about the poems…

    The last was okay but then what is greened?..Why not just simply use green?..
    I can only say that U need to take a look at this your poems..again.
    Keep writing.

    1. “Something off”? And not quite right? Well that’s you anyway! And, besides, the “greened” thing is under poetic license to create the effect I want.

  2. Generally, I enjoyed your descriptions.
    I like the first poem most of all.
    Yet, in a way, something seems wrong, just as noted by bubblina.
    Somehow, they are not quite as poetic as they should be

    “…but that you [full] that adams heart with..”- ‘full’ here should have been ‘fill’.
    There are some other errors here and there.
    Maybe sometime later, you could re-visit these poems.

    1. Thanks for liking….But the possibility to compromise is possible. Maybe you don’t enjoy narrative poems…but I must say the meters still reads! “Full” there is a complete process. But will try and see it again. Thanks for coming.

  3. …Must the ‘African Woman’ dance to the Tom Toms?
    We know Lagos is a city in 9ja.
    I like the ‘Lagos’ poem.

    1. Thanks Ray…lol. The “Tom Tom” is an African material, the importation is to me a nice thing. For “Lagos”, I first published the poem abroad, so the audience there need to know it’s a city in 9ja.

  4. The last poem is best.

    1. Thanks Kaycee! They have always liked that poem anywhere, even though it’s my shortest!

  5. the peom is 3 nice peice ,,,keep writing.

    should go well when written separately ( my opinion)

    with proper editing.

    1. Amor, I think I will do it that way. Thanks.

  6. I wish you poets would stop piling your works together in one post!

    There’s something powerful about reading a poem and basking in the aftermath of thoughts it provokes…

    But then when you have different poems posted at the same time…the reader’s imagination just seems to be noisy and disjointed.

    Each poem deserves its own post oh…

    1. True talk @Afronuts, true talk. Unless they’re related, I really see no reason for that. If the poems are too short to meet the criteria, save them for another purpose.

    2. @Afronuts, you said it all…That was my mistake. Will not try to send poems in groups again becos of the clash of themes and taste.

  7. The problem with your poem is this: poetry is conveying your ideas using few words. Just like paragraph creates a fresh feeling and gives a new idea in prose, so does stanza so stanza is like the paragraph of poetry. Every new stanza should have a idea and impact that rhymes with the previous stanza. If it is a sonnet, apply poetic devices like the use of rhyme, pun, simile….

    Prose uses full stop to end old and begin new sentences but poetry makes use of less punctuation. Every line of your poem should be like the beginning. Of a new sentence. Each line should have a full meaning. Don’t break one sentence into 3 parts and make it 3 lines, it will make your work lose quality.

    Finally, treat every poem like it is your best. Work it. Just like prose, give it a story line. Let it have a beginning, middle and end. Make it fun. Play with it seductively… *i don dey ramble*

    I hope you understand my points. Your 1st poem has a strong theme but you made it flat by taking the above tips for granted, I didn’t finish the second, the last is the best.

    Keep improving.

    1. Thanks. Any kind of poem should have all those devices you mentioned. Besides, I may choose to achieve enjambment as a poetic device. But I love your observations….

      1. From what I understand enjambement to mean, that’s not what you’ve done except I don’t really understand what it means or you have a special meaning for it.

        African Woman,
        Black Tigress, who
        Opened the dew of
        The morning sky, and
        Rained nested honey
        To sweet away Afric’s sores.

        Look at that very well, is it enjambement? Look again…. Very well.

        1. See, I did not tell you that was enjambment! I only made you know that enjambment is achieved through run -on-line and these lines runs lyrically. And enjambment must make a complete thought. And since it comes that way(run on lines), it could be obstructed!

          Also, you suggested I make use of long lines. and use less punctuations…But I think you need to read Prof. Wole Soyinka’s “Telephone Conversation” and George Hebert’s “The Altar.” The Nobel Laureate makes use of so much punctuations to create his own aesthetic. While the metaphysical Poet George Hebert uses three to four words on each line to create his style, and made that poem flow down into this age with a lasting touch of class!

          Again, the English and Italian sonnets are the commonest in the world, but John Milton in trying to create his own unique style, invented the Miltonic sonnet. This is a poet’s way with his words on this genre replete with condensation.

          This my style with words, and I know it’s not a taboo! What you have quoted is my aesthete to make this panegyric poem lush lyrically!

  8. You speak, but the style might have vitiated much of the speech.
    So, check the style.

    1. Ostar, I think is becos of the four poems at once. You know your style is your uniqueness, if one loses it, the Writer’s taste is gone. I do abstract poetry with visual images. Thanks for coming in!

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