
ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu

ROSES BROKE MY FALL
by Eze Kenechukwu

by Eze Kenechukwu
by Daniel Ajayi
Like the birds fleeing in desert
Like the slave in king’s palace
Like mama loving to stay in village
Like the rich men of Lagos
Like the syndrome of my mind sheered
I gave up the pain to sacrificially gain
the heart of loving oneself
crooked as there be hurdles of breakage
coming with stretches, even in beautiful time
I learned to seek my deep interest so I won’t go astray
During time of go
dug a well of hope for me to cope
got troubled in distress, wildlife of care elopes me
It could be depraved if it wasn’t on a verge moment
The military men of Israeli couldn’t do better here
Yes, I stick to risk, in loving myself
But white is only beautiful
For as long as it is unstained;
It is red, brown, black, purple…
That aren’t so averse to stain.
Those who have learned to hear
Every tick of the clock in a day,
For bread to eat and raiment to wear,
Don’t have your kind of eyes today.
Eyes, which, on days long as months
Befriend smokes from hearths of clay,
Frying garri*, akara**— for peanuts—
Are now fiery as the Lord’s terrible Day.
HOW COULD I FAIL TO SEE?
by Kariuki wa Nyamu
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