Fires in blazes would raze Mazes of fields to ashes As in flames are its fame Same as the fiery Muse Buzzing in an artist poet Paint and draw my heart In art as I act out my part Impacting unto the canvas On the vast earth my span As I can, the breath of … Continue reading Blazes and Buzzes of the Muse
In tears I write this The memories of you give bliss These tears of mine They say different things At different times When your face comes up in my mind Which is like only every other time I have tears of regret I cannot tell you all the things I had planned to tell you … Continue reading Tears Never End
I have tried to forget I have tried to block it out But it keeps playing itself It’s like the pictures from an album Flipping…flipping…flipping itself I don’t want to see those beautiful children With the mother’s arms around them and her beautiful smile I don’t want to see the face of the beautiful women … Continue reading 153 Places
As I heard the sound over my plain I remembered with pain Those who died in the plane That fell out of lane And crashed into the building without restrain As I heard the sound over my plain I cried without constrain For the evil reign That led to this blood rain And drained our … Continue reading Sound Over My Plain
It took off with a destination in mind It kicked off with the hope of spelling N-A-M-I-B-I-A Huff, puff Huff, puff A bang; an explosion; a thick smoke A bang; an explosion; 1-0 For once Football took a back seat Rest in peace. _____________ Victor Akhidenor 08023438079
On the road to Damascus Saul’s futility was laid waste Pursuing a life of aggression All in the name of religion But in encounter with a vision His ego left delusion Putting him on the track that matters He forsook the vain things of life Days ago they all left the capital On the ‘airy’ … Continue reading And We All Cried!
The rising sun smiled shyly, Like a mischievous prankster With a dirty joke up his sleeve. Prophets watched the day with suspicion. The wind howled ominously, Like the wail of a banshee. Morning birds sang a mournful note, As dogs barked at wandering spirits. Worshipers walked warily, Glancing furtively at other frightened … Continue reading RED SUNDAY by Michael Okwori
Dana! Why? God! Why? Most had dreams to live Politically,economically,spiritually Maritally, intellectually, humanitarianly Fame beckons all man’s dream! For one,to change the wrong political Formula of a country like Nigeria For another, to be employer To employ the vast army of the unemployed For one, to be a spiritual figure on earth For another, to … Continue reading A Heavy Pill To Swallow!
By Salatu Sule (For every person who knows the taste of grief) The news Slams into me Rips through my soul Scatters my dreams Desperately, I struggle To gather them Confused Hurting Blindsided I choke… I breathe… Inside my soul I hear it…the sound Of a thousand hopes cracking I let go And cry
By Philip U. Effiong I subdued clash of wind with concrete, light metal with rough tar, flesh on eternal greed, idiocy with feigned wisdom, blood with innocence we chant… homage to fiery entombment before the litany of baptism, before the shedding of old skin we sing… elegy for glorious decay, a sudden reunion of … Continue reading Flesh on Righteous Greed (Remembering the victims of DANA 3/6)
Hey man, you are on board of the fate, sketched by someone, visible to none but acknowledged by everyone. Tragedy of the ill-fated flight is only an excuse of your exit. Certainly taking-off is in your hands as at your disposal wrestling power and fleeting materialism and money but safe survival is always on … Continue reading Brittleness
In the blinking of an eye their lifelong desires, destinations and endeavours reduced to fearful fire, spiraling smoke, abysmal debris and flesh in fission, making them appalling mechanical mixture. From most blessed and blissful lot, they witnessed themselves showcase of junk-house, annihilation and self-carved catastrophe, accruing and multiplying existing number of orphan, weak and … Continue reading Air-collapse
“This is the final boarding call for all passengers going to Lagos!” the voice of the female automaton blared from the loudspeakers of the public address system. I looked grudgingly up from the page of my Vince Flynn novel, dragging my attention from the point where Mitch Rapp had been about to blast yet another … Continue reading Final Boarding Call
June 3rd 2012 What a black sunday in Nigeria It would have been four months To mark six years of non fatality in the aviation. Just minutes to coast of relieve where victims would have been preparing to merry After all dancing heart. The flag that has for years flown to it peaceful bay, has … Continue reading June 3rd
by Adebowale Adejugbe —————————————————————————— ‘Mors Certa, Hora Incerta’ – ‘Death is certain, its hour is not’ The important thing is not to stop questioning. – Albert Einstein —————————————————————————— I took my bath hurriedly that morning, wouldn’t want to be late for my flight to Abuja. It had been a few days of high debate within … Continue reading My Last Flight Home (For the Dana Heroes)