I need to tell you a story, A story of you, a story of me, A story of the place that we lost, A story of the land with no lust; It is your story, it is my story, It is the story of unity;
I need to tell you a story, A story that you will see If you walk to the bright future, That sweet home with no door, It is your story, it is my story, It is the story of milk and honey;
A story of us
I need to tell you a story, A story that you have to be, Unlike that one you lead, That one which makes eyes bleed, It is your story, it is my story, It is the story of fair and friendly;
I need to tell you a story, A story of beauty and eternity, A story of here to be there, A story of there to come near, I need to tell you that story, A story of true and happy.
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 I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…).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.
We express our interpretations of reality in diverse manner Colors that disperse in such beautiful spectra Glowing with exceptional radiance Resplendent in extra-ordinary ambience
They say blue is love Red is the color of blood Purple suggests royalty
Gold is said to symbolize wealth and comfort White is likened to purity Often also likened to affluence Green represents positivity
Just the way you feel!
Have you ever dared to ponder upon certain mysteries? Underlining themes of our very existence Mysteries such as our everyday sleep
Have you ever wondered why we try, but fail to exist without emotions? Feelings! As described by some Endless cyclic phenomena to which even science has failed to proffer adequate theories
The intangibly tangible That enable us appreciate the very essence of tangibility
Ladies and gentlemen; I paint before you Colors of you and colors of me
Actions, Emotions; Perceptions Tripartite bedrock(s) of our humanity
Adejobi Israel O. is a young emerging and pioneering leader with a rapidly growing sphere of influence and recognition.
Asides an educational background in Statistics (B.SC), he exerts an active presence in creative writing (poetry, prose, plays, et cetera). As at 2013, he had well over five hundred poems written and that number keeps piling rapidly as ever. He is also actively writing (reports, communiqués, amongst other forms of writing best suited for the corporate environment) as well as events, projects revolving round the central theme of human capital development.
In his short, but fast-paced years, Adejobi Israel has pumped all of his time, energy and resource into all and many things noble geared towards capacity building in readying himself and others – alongside and behind – for appropriate positioning and competence for excellence amongst and above his counterparts on the global scene.
I was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.
There was a time When humans were all heroes, A long-way-home time when pride Could be read on the face of each life, Each single life of each single thing!
There was a time When men and women used to stand strong As up and high as oak trees, An era when the fruitful wombs Would breed and raise rainbows!
Back in the Days!
There was a time When the hands of time were called freedom, Long before the chains of fear Along with the fear of chains, Disturbed the symphony of chanting birds and waters!
There was a time When the roses were all red in the garden, Keeping harmony smiling and alive Under a blue sky, next to a blue sea, In a wonderful one-heart world!
There was a time When I was living in my dream! When I didn’t even know what dream meant For everything was beautiful! For all the humans had eyes on the starry future!
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.
My father’s son is the ultimate bastard. Sired by three fathers and two mistresses. Sowed at a brothel in the ghetto. On three nights, dank and drunk.
But he’s also a monk His temple on Kilimanjaro is grand. With loud quietude from coherent humming. His disciples wear green leaves and thick barks.
Father and son. Photo credit: Yelp.com
I did tell you he’s a misfit. My father’s son drinks ales like fish, Puff smokes like the steel mill furnace. And knows the flavours of whores by sight.
He was never on any airplane. But my father’s son has been to places. Captured by map or imagination, He mentored Gulliver, Alice and Apollo.
My father’s son has got some loose nuts Doctor said it’s “delusion of Napoleonic grandiose” He’s skipped his med for a while. Did I also tell you he’s a poet?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rasheed Otegbola was born and attended elementary school in Lagos. He obtained a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Ibadan in 2014. He does creative arts and write poetry for recreation. His poems are inspired by fear and passion. He is happily married.
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