by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 3, 2015 | POEMS
WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN
Will I ever see you again Brother,
Will I ever see you again sister,
Will you ever smile the same tomorrow
Now that you’re going there from this sorrow,
Dears, let me shed all African rivers
As you’re on your ways out of our borders,
Where nobody is wearing loin-cloth,
Where no bread is better than half a loaf…
Blood of mine let me kiss you one last time,
Let me embrace you as the sun-god still shines,
In your eyes there is a spark of promise,
But is it a promising spark my Dears,
The traveler
Will I not lose you when you turn your face,
When you have tin food all days in you plates,
Will you not start denying your home tongues
When the Winter wind flows into your lungs,
Will you deny Africa too my peers,
Oh don’t mind me bursting into tears.
RAY NDEBI
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 2, 2015 | POEMS
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
As he embarks on mission impossible
As we anticipate the magic from the magician
As we cast Goodluck away
As we see the dawn of a new day
We bend our heads to pray
The South South is wary
The North ever so merry
The West can’t possibly complain
Perhaps the East feels the same
The rest of us
Yes, we the Nigerians
Not bound by ethnic chains
Casted our votes in the same vain
Make no mistake
We are the future hope
We, the Nigerians
The prayer we say
Is that all his tricks hold sway
And an applause at the end of the day
Muhammadu Buhari and Goodluck Jonathan
Because only destiny could have brought him all the way
And this destiny cannot let him fail
It will not
It must not
Can the necrosis be greater than this?
The pain is 10 out of 10
The acetaminophen giving temporary comfort
We need complete excision of corruption
Then healing can proceed
As my beloved teacher would stay
Let’s drain the pus
Let’s put good stuff in
This is beyond science
This is beyond good reasoning
This is beyond good luck
This is mission impossible
What can make the impossible possible?
Sincerity, honesty and dexterity
Will, beyond our imagination
At the right time in the right place
Destiny, with God’s grace
The seemingly impossible becomes possible
As we rejoice lets not forget
The change we seek
Yes, that change so sleek
Starts with me and you!
Dedicated to Nigeria especially on her smooth transition process from one civilian government to a new one.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Abudu Kabirat is a student of Medicine and Surgery in the College of Medicine, University of Lagos. She has got a knack for poems and short stories.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 29, 2015 | POEMS
I WANT CHANGE
Holders clasp light like a prisoner!
Darkness stares me in the face,
With a choir of generators groaning,
I want change!
Thieves coronated as Chiefs,
With pockets heavy with greed,
Rode men like horses!
I want change!
Our crude made us rude brothers!
Slaying compatriots with scarcity!
Yet it is our Black Gold!
I want change!
Eyes of education gorged out!
Graduates in a dance of shame!
Like men blindfolded by ignorance!
I want change!
The fragrance of job is strange!
Chased by able-bodied men,
Only few lay hold of it!
I want change!
Is this the CHANGE you want?
Walls of our haven crumble,
Chants of extremists befuddle our ears,
Until our daughters were stolen!
I want change!
The river of peace licked by hatred!
Thirsty men pound their fists
Until their fits see drops of blood,
I want change!
Mosquitoes steal wings of Eagles,
Cruising the skies with pride,
While the owners perish in potholes!
I want change!
Natives camp like fugitives!
Scattered pieces of peace
Litter the mountains and valleys!
I want change!
Men on the hills,
Spit parcels of phlegm,
As dividends of democracy!
I want change!
Riches of the wealthy is out of reach,
Poverty pampers the pauper,
Until he snores in the snows of suffering!
I want change!
Thumbs laced with portions of power,
Submitted at the pool of polls!
Birthed drunkards in the Public square!
I want a change!
Who knows the abode of change?
Searched the valleys and hilltops!
Is it not within you and I?
I want a change!
Deep in the sockets of your eyes,
I see the scripts of change!
Live it out like a change!
For this is change – YOU!
© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji
P.S.: Dedicated to millions who clamoured for change in Nigeria. Today, May 29, 2015, the reins of democracy changed hands peacefully. Congratulations!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems.
He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 28, 2015 | POEMS
THOUGHTS
Downcast
Time’s moving fast
Behind me is my past
Don’t know what deed will be my last
Can I live without God?
What’s my life without my Lord?
Lord before you break my life’s cord
Make my deeds follow your word
My life is far from pure
Dear Lord I need a cure
Everyday I see the devil’s lure
My epithet – a spiritual amateur
Brain – the wheel of thoughts! Source: Internet images.
Lost is my glory
So sad is my story
When I’m gone what shall be my memory
How shall the world write my history
I was born to die
And I know I only laugh to cry
But when in my grave I lie
To eat me will the ants be shy?
What shall be my lot?
Joy or hurt?
Lord when I’m in your Court
Do not judge me like the people of Lot
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Durodola Folarin Quadri. Born on the first of January 1991. I attended the university of Ibadan as a student of Agricultural and Environmental Engineering. Editor-in-Chief of the departmental press organisation. I like books and one of the best I ever read was Living, Loving and Learning by Professor Felice Leonardo Buscaglia. I enjoy sports and computer games. Poetry gives me succour when I write about how I feel. Most times I write based on real situations because they inspire me more than imagination. I’m quiet and sometimes I’m being labelled as shy, while some simply say I’m an introvert.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 27, 2015 | POEMS
OF A BROKEN HOME, IT IS!
Of a broken home, it is
that happiness has absconded
that love, once were
that love, never is again
that what fascinates the heart become strange.
Faces become strangers and the heart becomes helpless.
Of a broken home, it is
that a child wakes up with pain in the heart
that there is a chattered dream
that there is divided love shown to him
Waking up to the call of life
He is reminded of the lost bond.
Broken Home!
It is a burden in the heart,
As a child he wonders,
It was sweet from the start,
there was magic in every moment
and the stories of the heart melted.
Was it of lost or not properly made decision?
There had been a song
A song that a besotted lover has come to the door
The creation of union and later despair
Happily, the wheel of a new family is taken,
Couples filled with heartfelt joy, promises and oaths
There were promises that there will be devotion
A longing desire to be together
But time past, days have been and there’s lost in passion
What a turn the story has taken
What a change in dare need
What a hole in the heart the once delighted union has brought
Of a broken home, it is
that as a child he is left to face the world alone
that as a child, he feels not, the love of having parents
that choices are hard but made alone
that as a child he asks if there is need for marriage in the first place.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Aremu Abiodun A. is a graduate of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, where he studied Accounting. He is in constant search of knowledge and loves the pen.
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