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SIDI OLOWO SHIBI
SIDI OLOWO SHIBI I've gotten an intended contribution towards this, perceiving his tremendous efforts, I think, he would also contribute immensely, she's (Aunty Kemi) got knack to contribute too, they’ve got various and important play role towards nation building....
DELIVERING MY PREGNANCY
DELIVERING MY PREGNANCY! Am Pregnant! Yes Pregnant! And For You! I tried an abortion but failed like a coup Pregnant like a dove not like a turtle-dove Not with a child but with your subtle-love Pregnant like the succulent grasses of the rain forest I’m...
WOMAN – A MAN OF MANY PARTS
WOMAN - A MAN OF MANY PARTS A caring heart free of wiles, Screams of pain masked by decorous smiles, Soothing than the warmth of tiles, Refreshing than the waters of Nile, A complete being yet divided, Shared in the hearts of children birthed, In pieces of...
KALRILS – THE GOD OF THE BLACKS
Kalrils -The god of the blacks The air around your shrine Has developed talons, Piercing through our nostrils Risen from the smoldering skulls and gong Your shrine feeds on silence The incantations are on exile These spirits sovereign, Yet deaf their ears linger to...
THE NOMAD
The NOMAD In Four years, I have moved thrice. But I’m not a nomad. In my country the Fulani bororoje are nomads. They are the cattle rearers that wander from one place to another seeking green and water for their cattle. Dictionary says nomads are people who move...
DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU?
DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU? I never believed in love Till I saw a smile on your face A voice spoke inside of me "Go for it young man It is your moment" Did it have to be you Who would reveal the malediction In trusting a human being For the words you said Were never true...
CRUEL LOVE
CRUEL LOVE Thursday, January 15, 1970 6:00pm, Umuahia, Eastern Nigeria The crackling sound emanating from buildings engulfed in flames and the cacophony of distraught voices was the background orchestra of the tragic scene which symbolized the leftovers...
THE BEAUTIFUL TROUBLE
BEAUTIFUL TROUBLE Baba Risi has gone to the market to bargain for goods not foods nor clothings Baba Risi has gone to the market to buy feud war, envy, and apathy, Baba Risi pocket is filled and leaking with gold So, he has gone to the market to acquire trouble...
WHAT WE SEE
WHAT WE SEE We see bullets of different shapes, houses without walls, streets bereft of feet, trees burdened with swollen bodies, a field of corpses. bedsheets stained with blood of those whose spirits roam in the air. We see the sky garnished with...
THE LAST DELIVERY
THE LAST DELIVERY Sam is at his window. The house is emptier than ever. He just came back from a conference on new methods of brain surgery. As usual he played a compilation of old french love songs; those songs from the 60's have a cooling effect on his nerves and a...
ANANSE
ANANSE Ananse, remember, The pitchers on the table, The stenciled flower vases at the terrace, And the embroidered kaftans! I knew you when you were black. Remember, The death of your father, Beneath the cracks of the slavers whip, Wither their whims and that...
CENTENARY BLUES
CENTENARY BLUES Nigeria, My feet bear the portrait of Odyssey Through your passages of seasons; I am the custodian of the memories I have spread the arms of this poem Like street traders’ wares, Let history journey beyond Lugard’s court In this caravan of...
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