by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 24, 2015 | POEMS
BLACK I AM
Black I am, and proud to be one,
Happy to call Brother each man;
For this world is one sweet village,
Though the strong arms of a cruel age,
An age of fear and death,
Squeeze it to let it out of breath,
Breaking down the wings of freedom,
Setting up the tyrant’s kingdom.
Black I am
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Black I am, Black from Africa,
Fed with damsons and cassava,
My skin is made from an oak tree’s,
My words are deep like the blue seas,
I love you wherever you’re from…
Whatever your hurt in this storm,
I know plants that can get you healed,
I have for you a better meal.
Black I am, for I was born Black,
I could have been Red, Yellow, White,
I could have been from your Mother,
But I’m Black, Black from my Mother,
Take my hand inside of your heart
And follow the path to the start,
It’s the way to milk and honey,
The way back to our Family.
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 I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…).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.
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 7, 2015 | POEMS
DISTANT MESSAGES
dear ears of distant places, far-nigh
above and below countless coined mountains
of distinct voices which shoots beneath deserts
of distinct colours which defies our journey
like journals hanging freely on branches of trees
beside roads and along highways,
beats are indifferent aphid tunes and drums of no semblances…
in 1844; in silent minuted surprise course of the clock,
minutes stood; time seen massaging airs
well-signed and a sign hanged on ballonet shoulders
of bamboo flutes that dimmed after gravels-pour.
Distant messages from Africa!
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in 1948; in between fingerprints and toe-marks on sands of islands
potatoes and cocoyam bulletins drummed
before an armored castle gate and governor’s anchor,
sweat evaporated and tears rained in torrential
of feet wanting to hide under palm shades
from the raining wistful melodies of death.
in 1957; in the jaws of a month renovating itself
a dream was born on sheets of dust and shredded papers
a bond was signed of freedom
a mark of indelible solvent rained on huts-of-mankind
as one eye took hold of multiple.
in 1960; when days no longer appreciated indexes of leaves
and weeds flourished before germination could expire;
history recycled aback in fro of puzzled pulses
a nation was reclaimed and dreams set on fire-woods of kerosene…
when Awoonor had sang of sand beneath and nigh;
and Okigbo had preached of mother Idoto and fireflies,
of how warm worms gladly seeded echoes of blak-stars
but like Soyinka and Achebe; this journey has hatched tobacco soils
where castles and fortresses are assumed communions for the peoples’ glory…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nana Arhin Tsiwah is a disciple of Pan-African Consciousness and a student of Akanism. Tsiwah, a linguist- performist of Mfante-Akan Ancestry writes from Cape Coast, Ghana.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 16, 2015 | POEMS
LITTLE BIRD
Little bird little bird come home
My skies are empty without you
Little bird little bird come home
Your mother is waiting for you
Haven’t you heard she was dying
So often had she tried to walk
Her feet failed her, she’s now crawling
You can’t hear her, as she can’t talk
But I know you can feel her pain
For you are her blood and her breath
You are the shield against the rain
Don’t let her in the arms of death
Little bird!
Each day kills her a thousand times
She will not make it to the door
She begs God to disclose her crimes
And why He took away her core
The odds are no longer serving
They have turned greedy and empty
Remember she was a great queen
Now she’s a slave tied to a tree
Little bird Hope of Africa
Come home and never leave again
Don’t make today my last stanza
Don’t let me take the midnight train.
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 | May 7, 2015 | POEMS
THERE WAS A TIME
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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 3, 2015 | POEMS
FREEDOM FIGHTER
Here I am, looking for a blue colour,
The only key which can open that door
Behind which I may find the strength of hope,
Here I am, tired of this heavy coat!
This heavy coat breaking down my shoulders,
And turning my child days into nightmares,
Drawing lines on the face of a young one,
And watering thorns throughout my playground;
Nelson Mandela The Freedom fighter
Here I am, looking for my horizon,
Where Skies and Earth kiss for the best season…
Here I am, walking on dust and ashes,
My feet are burnt owing to blind clashes…
Here I am, digging with my two bare hands
In the hard soil of these hot barren lands…
Here I am, striving to unearth your smile,
For it is the reason why I survive…
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.
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