Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He has written poems and articles which have been published in magazines and anthologies, both online and in print. His poems fulfill a duty to humanity; soothing wounds with the wonders of words.
The days have raged like an angry storm Young men have taken to beer and rum The feet of the old are pale and numb Dreams washed away in the fiery tide Like life has taken us on a ride Through hardship, loss and trying times There’s no strength left to stage a fight All that’s left are falling rhymes It’s not too late to start again The sun will smile at us someday
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Remember those days when the land was young We taught our children right from wrong Those precious times did not last long Now all the land is filled with dung On the altar of filth, our values hung They insulted us and refused our songs We saw it coming but could not run He who has a home should not have to roam Even though the skies appear so gray The sun will smile at us someday
Let us put away the thoughts of doom This land of gloom will one day bloom In the heat and cold, we daily toiled Our last days shall be greased with oil Through the rumbling cracks I hear your voice Our struggles for them will not be void This long journey should end in joy We might not live to watch the bud Let’s hope that they remember us When the sun smiles on the land again
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He writes poems and articles which have been published in different magazines and online publishing sites. He strongly believes in the power of the pen as a tool to make the world a better place.
I remember those days When hunger knew my name My stomach was in flames It sang a noisy song With every scent of food Discordant melody replayed One cannot blame the cook Preparing meals he would not eat Of what gain is the aroma That is spread in generosity When the essential delicacy Is denied to watering tongues?
I remember those nights When I studied without light The philosophy of famishment And ideology of inner torment The blindness of the government To the anatomy of starving children No professor would impart Knowledge that no words can tell Of what gain is propaganda Sugarcoated manifestos To the long acquired culture Of feeding the poor to vultures?
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I remember those midnights When it was best to sleep tight But for wailing in the tenement For the souls that waved each moment Those bones still build a monument In the study of hungerology In furtherance of Biology A crucial path of our food web Relished by decomposers What else should I remember Before these hands get weary The smell of rotten bodies?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He writes poems and articles which have been published in different magazines and online publishing sites. He strongly believes in the power of the pen as a tool to make the world a better place.
You are not growing younger Were the words of my mother Breasts as firm as a pumpkin Skin glistering with youthful hue When shall you bring the man home That will balance your equation Plant fertile seeds in your soil To germinate as boys and girls
So I went to the husband market My perfume’s scent stronger than camphor Clad in a dress of advertisment High heeled shoes sounding ko ko ka With feminine curves visible to the blind And a mastery of the art of catwalking I shook my credentials from left to right To the stares and smiles of spectators
In the search for a God-fearing man I joined the ushers in service Welcoming men with charming smiles Saying ‘you are blessed’ in the sweetest voice Bending and rising to the songs of praise Lifting gold bracelets in adoration It seemed like I had no luck But my pastor said, ‘the siege is over’
On a Sunday morning, my prayer got answered Through the handsome chorister Whose voice was like a nightingale’s He sang a hymn that touched my soul And I felt this divine turnaround As his hands performed magic on the guitar He later confirmed the thoughts in my heart I felt this peace inside of me
From the day I got his diamond ring I began to swim in the pool of love With his salary, he pampered my stomach And made me his royal queen Judas promised to marry me He was the man I had waited for Although he claimed his parents were dead He was too born again to lie
It was wedding preparation time Tarrying in prayer in his room When he grabbed me in his loving arms Reaching areas beyond the normal range I broke away and made to leave But he threatened to desert my life Just few months to my wedding day? No obstacles at the edge of breakthrough!
Can you tell the story from there? My gateway has been broken through! The ring still shines on my finger Judas is nowhere to be found Judas Junior now rocks my womb Insults and jests I hear each day If you meet Judas someday Tell him I can’t bear the shame
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He writes poems and articles which have been published in different magazines and online publishing sites. He strongly believes in the power of the pen as a tool to make the world a better place.
Was it not yesterday That I came into this world Innocent and inspired Filled with expectations Of a beautiful world Visible in my dreams
Was it not yesterday That I discovered I am unique Talented and blessed A leader of tomorrow To leave the world a better place And secure myself a place in heaven
Was it not yesterday That I ran mad Stricken and nauseated By mediocres and pretenders Destroying my homeland And frustrating all good efforts
Was it not yesterday That I found myself in this rat race Shocked and dumbfounded By the selfishness of human nature If every man is to live for himself What then differentiates us from animals?
Was it not yesterday That I spoke to my friends Youthful and strengthened Of the beauty of honesty and diligence How I sounded like a fool! An object of derision and laughter
Was it not yesterday That I sat down to ponder Hopeful and hopeless Clueless of today Afraid of tomorrow In the beauty of solitude…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He writes poems that bring to light various issues affecting Africa with the aim of drawing public attention to them, thus, making the world a better place.
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