XENOPHOBIA – Where Lies MADIBA?

XENOPHOBIA – Where Lies MADIBA?

Xenophobia – where lies Madiba?

The air exhaled from the South
Lies tints of red
Ashes are no strangers
Visiting them in soots of black veins

Rage has escaped its cage
Snarling and benighting
A place we once called home
Puncturing the tranquil landmarks
Moulded with drops of sweat in Madiba

Say NO to Xenophobia!

Say NO to Xenophobia!

The South has tasted blood
From a common tributary
The mask has fallen off
From their faces and now
The vampires have risen

They deliver rubble to the streets
Chanting like brains
Loosed from their fetters
Where lies Madiba’s carcass?

Like vultures
They roam above the roofs
Where blood is thick and black
Where lies Madiba?

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

‎Awa Chigozie is a Nigerian. A student and resident of Abia State in Nigeria. He is a prolific writer whose keen interest is in poetry and fictional works. He has poems which have been published in  anthologies and other media. He describes his works as a mirror to man’s act. Presently working towards releasing his first poetry collection.

 

 

 

Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan

Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan

 

 

THE GREATEST BATTLE

THE GREATEST BATTLE

THE GREATEST BATTLE

Disagreement begets conflict,
Conflict suffocates peace,
Debate of words commence,
The war is birthed on the battlefield,

Rumours of war fill the atmosphere,
Chronicles of wars abound,
Blood flowed like seas,
Hatred and wickedness hung in the air,

Which one is the greatest of wars?
The thirty years’ war of Bourbon and Habsburg rivalry,
The Napoleonic Wars of the 19th century,
The World War II of the 20th century,

The greatest battle

The greatest battle

Warriors fought wars,
The greatest of wars were not fought with swords,
Not the orchestra from clashing of swords,
But the cacophony of discordant thoughts,

The toughest battle is in our mind,
The battlefield of the mind,
The roughest of wars is in our heart,
The seat of judgement lies deep inside you,

Supremacy between good and evil,
Supremacy between light and darkness,
Supremacy between love and hatred,
Supremacy between right and wrong,

If you win the war within,
If you conquer the battle of the mind,
If you triumph over evil,
If you defeat hate,

Voice of victory sings,
Triumph claps his hands,
Bells of celebration rings,
You are the WINNER!

©  2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji.

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.

TODAY

TODAY

TODAY

Eager to know what tomorrow holds,
With much hope for tomorrow,
Much of happiness to behold,
Behind I lay my sorrow.

Live for today,
Learning to rise above the fears,
With the promise of life,
Now I have no more tears.

Live for today,
Letting no words be unspoken,
Live it to the fullest,
With no one being broken.

Today

Today

So give it all it takes,
And be glad you did,
So much might be at stake,
Be sure you have taken care of your needs.

About the Author

Olaitan Taiwo is a graduate of Economics from the University of Ibadan. She is a Make-up Artist who loves  writing and currently an Editor for The Unity Magazine. She is an individual who believes in independence and advocates for girl child education. She is a creative lady who sees possibilities in difficulties. She is a listener focused on sharing her experiences to help young girls who are faced with life challenges. She is the brain behind the girlfriend’s club, a platform towards the outstanding performance of the girl child. She is also into the HIV/AIDS awareness and education.

GIVE ME YOUR EARS

GIVE ME YOUR EARS

GIVE ME YOUR EARS

They think they know me
They think I want money
They think they know me
The think I want fancy things
They think they know me
They think I want security
They think they know me
Walking around in confidence saying
Oh this is the XYZ of women

Give me some respect
Give me some care
Give me some honesty
Give me some sincerity

Give me your ears

Give me your ears

Come, let us reason together
Give me a listening ear
Let us talk intelligently
Let us rub minds….
Treat me with honour
Like a human full of wisdom and grace

Then I can enjoy the security
I can enjoy the fancy things
I can enjoy the love
I can enjoy you

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I love life
I love justice
I love to see ideas, connections and fulfilment.
Abimbola Olamide Iyun

FREE AFRICA!

FREE AFRICA!

FREE AFRICA!

Free, Africa! I’m free!

Burnt, the roots of the oaktree

Under which I was kept

Evil custody where I was left

Broken the bottle and the chain

Making me the dearest son of pain

Sleepless nights I remember

Dwelling in my cold chamber

Like a soul at a crossroad in hell

Like an empty bucket praising a dry well

AFRICA!

AFRICA!

Free, Africa! I’m free!

Crossing the Mediterranean Sea

The blue horizon is at reach

Away forever, has gone the witch

The path to the skies is wide open

Like the eyes of that dawn of children…

No more burial for my soul

No more answering a midnight call

The rivers can sleep quietly

The bees are blessed for their honey

Free, Africa! I’m free!

That is what your odds told me

I don’t need to know why

I had been tied in the dark night

Only the smiling and charming dawn

Is sitting on my life’s  throne

Free, Africa! I’m free!

There is no chose that can hold me

Free, Africa! I’m free!

If I’m free, then you are free!

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. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

The forbidden fruit: Premarital Sex

Sweet at its first taste,
Sweeter at its second taste,
Sweet when the party is still willing,
Sour when the result surfaces.

Dressed in fine apparel cloth,
Portrayed to be as strong as an oak,
As beautifully elegant as it looks or seen,
Everlasting enjoyment is just but a dream,

Its bitterness surface at its result,
And the seeming love is soon replaced by hurts,
Soon afterwards it is realised,
That all along it was just a Greek gift of greed.

Forbidden fruit

Forbidden fruit

Its seed looks as tiny as an ant,
But its fruit springs up as a giant,
When the fruit begins to surface,
It becomes an endless harvest of ill- fate.

Forbidden!
Yes it is,
Yet it has the highest bidder,
The sweetness of the seductress cannot be ignored.
True!
But who says the fruit can be adored.

The forbidden fruit is better left,
Only to be eaten when the time is best,
For when man tries to get near,
Nearer and nearer is the drawn.

 

About the Author
Kayode Folayemi is a graduate of the University of Ibadan and was a pressman all through his stay at the University.

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