THERE WAS A TIME

THERE WAS A TIME

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!

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 I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…).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

MY FATHER’S SON

MY FATHER’S SON

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

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.

FREEDOM FIGHTER

FREEDOM FIGHTER

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

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.

NATURE DANCERS

NATURE DANCERS

Nature Dancers

They dance to the tunes
The friendly wind plays
Like masquerades
All to different beats

Nature choreographers
In void dance steps
Thrust their trunks in thin air
And salute the moon’s home call

The seas dance in waves
Voyaging fossils of old pilgrim
Back to our sole’s terrain
And seek the feet of strange toes

The alluring nature!

The alluring nature!

 

Nature dancers
The hives harbour
the buzzing flute of bees
The nest
A chimney smoking chirps
From bird’s beaks

I’ve seen them all
Nature dancers
Like the lightning
Dancing to the reggae
Played by the earth’s drummer

Like an oracle
Eve’s lips are fetish
And churns the beats
Adam’s heart desires

We are all nature dancers
When the clouds are unzipped
My ego is buried beneath
Till I pounce on the rain

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.

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

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