by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 12, 2015 | POEMS
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!
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 I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…).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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 11, 2015 | POEMS
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
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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 22, 2015 | POEMS
A heart of worship
I see holy hands,
Numerous as the seashore sand,
Responding to a worship band,
Yet expecting miracles from a magic wand,
Desperate voices scream for fame,
All muttering Jesus name,
Gambling with Christ as if in a game,
Making the church so lame,
Ecclesia stooped so low,
Obstructing the spirit’s flow,
Cringing at the sight of the Devil’s blow,
Licking wounds inflicted by the Accuser’s arrow,
As the strings and the trumpets peep,
Thousands weep,
Like Jonah in a fishy Jeep,
But their spirit is in a deep sleep,
Sunday is a day for the Halleluyah song,
Danced all week to the Devil’s gong,
Tossed and oppressed like a ping pong,
In need of a coal from heaven’s tong,
Beautiful to the eyes,
Like a stack of cherry pies,
Rotten on the inside with lies,
A meal fit for a swarm of flies,
Worship is not singing with strife,
After fighting with your wife,
Threatening to stab her with a knife,
Worship is living a holy life,
Not the swaying of hip,
Not the mumblings of the lip,
Not the hopping of men chased by Masquerade’s whip,
But honoring God’s love with a heart of true worship.
© 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 is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.
He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 17, 2015 | POEMS
GIRL I LOVED YOU ONCE
Girl I loved you once
And that was before you showed me
A part of you which I never knew
Bitter lessons I then drew
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You showed me your waist
And granted the green lights
That I could proceed had I preferred
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We went to hebalium gardens
Where you exposed your tits
And thighs plus calculated sighs
For the touch I had maneuvered
Was flailing and hot
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You made me see your navel
So that I would marvel
And get into the mood
Of evading the virgin waters
The wet of places never dry
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
Our spirituality was dwindling
Dreaming nasty dreams
Got attacked by demonic spirits
In the process
These evils gave them access
Girl I loved you once
And was determined to die for us
But your angelic voice
Turned out inviting but immoral
As we made those late night calls
Girl I loved you once
And that was before I realised
We were but living in sin
Then I no longer gave you affection
At a time you still expressed passion
Thus you threatened to quit
Due to lack of attention
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We felt the guilty conscience
Then i figured out why
Heaven never smiled at us
And Oh girl! It all emanated
From the poisoned kiss
The strip tease
The lusts of the flesh
we wanted to please
But girl, though I loved you once
This is our last chance
Before we entirely forget about us
and embark a journey on separate ways
Let’s also forget about sin
and many a worldly invention
As each one works out their own salvation
And to you girl who I loved once
This poem to you should be my last
So let it teach you something
Albeit we have a common past
But sharing God’s word is a must
For eternal salvation is kept for those
Who in Christian walk remain steadfast
By me, The Whum Hero and Of course The God Centered Poet
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 14, 2015 | POEMS
ABRACADABRA
(And that will be for the day)
Buuu bu buu booooo
Blast it off
Pu phu pluuuuu lulu pro
Prophets, pastors
Popo, politicians, gangsters
Rhetorical masters
You are magicians
All of you
Lolo lo lawyers, mayors
Soothsayers
You are just the same
Full of twaddle
Belonging to this name
‘Magicians’
All of you
I’ve heard of your
hocus pocus
In church, streets
Universities
Entertainment or conference centers
Donors..that day at Bingu International
How come the aid comes
With demands so rational?
And them leaders
Voice so mellifluous
But just for the instance
Bringing no transformation
Wow! Abracadabra
The supreme Deity
Will flagerrate
The nincompoopery
Out of you
Then your eyes will crop up
And serve as a presage
To the direction you are heading, hades
Or do you need new specs
To vividly foresee
The outcome of hypocrisy?
And to you recidivists
How long will you be
Held by the wrong arm of the Law
Till you bleed to death?
Retire from malfeasance
And come to to to to to light
“For the good and the Wise lead quiet lives”
(By me, The God Centered Poet and of course The Whum Hero)
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary for the Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ, in heavens wing.
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