SOURDI ARABIA.

Sourdi Arabia, the beauty of gold and wealth untold! 

The harshness of your law is so raw, such an eye saw!

And this fright makes me so far from thy sight.

Your exciting tales of beauty I hear and fear.

Of silent pains, daily tears,

how no one seem to care but fear!

Of the whip, a meal for sins known.

Of a choiceless people whose law is king, so crowned in their hearts.

Of arms cut off!

Of beauty not appreciated in the young

damsels.

But of their men, the he-goat, 

the excuse is always marriage!

No holding of hands, my favorite romance!

No kissing, only hissing at this nonsense, this madness!

Sourdi Arabia!

Step Aside and let people be!

They’ve been trapped and wrapped up from head to toe for so long, too long!

The truth is hung far off and to speak is

wrong.

Who dare to speak?

I dare not preach.

I dare not reach Sourdi Arabia.

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#poetry #saudiarabia #sourdiarabia #wow

#fos #asaplanet #seaview #cwan

YOU AND I.

You and I are not meant to be far from one another,

Like glue and blue we must!

Side by Side, You and I not You on I or I on You.

You, my heart drums for 72 times each minute;

And on I, You've showered much of this love like rain.

You and I have a long walk to freedom.

No boredom!

With kids coming, our throne, our kingdom!

You and I 

In God we trust

Till death we part

In love we fight

Like vine, like wine

Like twins we win

The hope is ours

With smiles we cheer

You and I

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#YouandI #poetry

GET TO WORK!!!

Don't talk again!

Do the said not with the lips

But with the brains 

That makes the hands and feet walk.

Work the work!

And drop the talk for which we all fell.

Results we seek for our sick economy,

Gasping for its last breathe.

Let it be said that the talk so graciously proclaimed worked so hard to save this dead from dying.

All must work!

To work!

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THE BROKEN CROSS.

A SYNOPSIS OF THE BROKEN CROSS.

The truth has been kept in the dark …. By a system that reigns and dictates the state of affairs…Lies have been fabricated to brutally replace the truth and these lies gained momentum.

The so called truth kept in the dark might as well be lie in all sense based on the proceedings that followed – who knows it all, know it not.

The Broken cross a fiction evocates a compelling drama on some of the famous armed robbery saga that ravaged the South Western part of Nigeria in the 1980’s. It features a sweeping panorama of the notorious armed robber 'Alanta’ and the conspiracy against the then Deputy Superintendent of Police (DSP) 'Godwin Iyare’. 

The book under covers why the cabal became volatile…. How their insatiable demands on then DSP ”Godwin Iyare” lost its savor and how their powers (the cabal) stretches the length of the Nile…. it also replays " Alanta’s” confession, “That there is no robbery without an informant”. Who dares to tell these hidden truth, bells the cat. 

There are new revelations….Trina and Osaro are in serious danger….

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HAND-OVER!!!

The baton is quite heavy

But the relay must continue,

As this hand-over cannot be carried over.

Wake-up from this hang-over,

You political drunkards;

As your staggering days are over.

Cheers you want like hero's past:

You lied; as all we have as souvenir are vain hopes commissioned.

Hopes for a real change to come, we hope!

As you bluntly refuse to pay our wages hiding inside your luggages.

In rage the aged and the middle ages daily engage;

All locked up in your economic cage.

Debts piled up like the pyramids,

A throne of waste to be inherited.

Hand-Over!

You political witch doctors,

Who doctors all from that greedy shrine, the dooms den!

Our patience have finally reached the finish line

With the winners waving their flags.

From that noisy range-rover, hand-over!

Drop the baton!

No more marathon!

Game-Over!

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#GOAL #handover #nigeria #politics #poetry #gameover

SHE.

She is the sweetest girl I have ever met

She makes my heart melt, like water I felt.

She is the only one my sacred heart longs for but never ready was I to let her in, so she left.

She never really left me because on my right she stands.

She, my eyes sees even when I with the real she, Shh!

She, I have tried to kill and I finally did.

She is dead; only that her grave lies in my thoughts.

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#‎GOAL‬ #‎poetry‬ #‎she‬ #‎cantgetenoughofshe

THE SHUT DOWN.

In my motherland

All went down, the shut down

Down!

Down!

Down to zero

Ah! We await our hero!

Oh! Let's hope so, Vero!

We had all working

Working in our favour

But when it was time to change-over

He brought the big switch down

Down!

A parting gift from our celebrated peace maker.

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#GOAL #poetry #shutdown #nigeria

THE MOLUE OF MY DREAMS.

You are the Molue of my dreams

Yellow, Big and Rusty!

You never stop for me to enter like a gentle man

So after you, I have run to get in.

When I finally enter,

I see many standing and quietly I take my place.

The few seated are so stacked together like sardine; I don't envy them at all.

Of sweat, noise and inhaled gases,

I am so exhausted!

With the traffic jam that followed, 

I wished I had wings.

In this frustration of being late you still harass me with a lousy conductor

Who is very bullish and fast to collect his money without missing any.

Names they called me when I screamed over a missing wallet;

Oloshi! Solo Makinde! J.J.C!

Wonder! I wandered in my thoughts, 

Lagos Na Wah!

Calling several Bus-Stops all at once,

I obviously forgot mine;

Lost was I till I finally woke up.

When I woke up, on the streets I walked

And found a new Lagos with no Molue at all.

Where did it go?

I want it back!

#molue #lagos #lasgidi #lagosians #nigerians #change #fashola

LE JEU DE MON COEUR.

My French poem: English translation below.

Poeme Francais:

LE JEU DE MON COEUR.

Tu es vraiment le jeu de mon coeur,

Tu fais venir les larmes de la joie

Et ca me plait beaucoup.

Le tambour de mon coeur!

Le repas de mon coeur!

Mon Soliel!

Je t'aime beaucoup comme les poemes que j'ecris chaque jour.

Pres de moi c'est la propre place.

Ne m'abandonne pas seule, Mon eau!

Ma Reine!

Ma Femme, Le Jeu!

English Version:

THE GAME OF MY HEART.

You are truly the game of my heart

You bring to eyes tears of joy

And this pleases me a whole lot.

The drum beat of my heart

The food to my soul

My sunshine!

I love you so much like the poem I write each day.

Next to me is your rightful place

Don't leave me alone, my water!

My Queen, My wife, the game!

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OLE IS OLE, CORRUPTION IS CORRUPTION!

English has always been the problem,

So with caution we must all learn before we speak!

The illiteracy of a crime is a crime itself.

However, the deaf has never been spoken to of danger; eyes see, eyes agree!

Ole is Ole!

Corruption is Corruption!

But the difference is not so far fetched, my learned friends!

They are both identitical twins, "Pain and Panic"!

Offsprings of a filthy heart.

The harm to others, plenty!

And as a nation, deadly!

It is no news that the pen is mightier than the gun!

And so, no words so sweet can out-run or make wrongs write so rightly. 

Even words as sweet as poetry cannot paint it right!

They are both 'dirtyly' identitical!

English has always been the problem,

So with caution we must all learn before we speak.

Ole is Corruption!

Corruption is Ole!

Can the dog ever claim righteousness over the pig?

The deaf has never been spoken to of danger; eyes see, eyes agree!

Eyes see so clearly that they are dangerous twins!

Please kill them both, tell Mary Slessor I said so!

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#GOAL #poetry #corruption #nigeria

#change

OBA OVONRAMWEN N'OGBAISI.

The father of Eweka II, Akenzua II and Erediawa the Great

Cola-nuts we break and strong gin wets the ground

At the mention of your name,

The Omo N'Oba N'edo Uku Akpolokpolo!

Undeniably, history registers your majestic reign up on till 1897

As you fought gallantly against the men without toes.

The defender of our land and our pride

Can royalty ever be in captivity?

When Oba Ovonramwen speaks.......

The Queen shivers in England for yet another loss.

You can't take my land

My ancestors dwell here

Go back to your lands and rule over yours.

In his letters, He wrote......

When Oba Ovonramwen, the Leopard sat on his throne

His countless and priceless beads they dragged off his neck

Oh! His moats could no longer swallow their boats.

So they took him away to be with the Effiong's.

Who will be our Oba?

Who will be like Oba Ovonramwen, 

whose back revealed the claws of untamed dogs,

Whose frowns never switched to smiles.

As his pride spoke tougher in chains 

And yet made it loud and clear in Calabar...

I am Oba Ovonramwen Nogbaisi

The ruler of great Benin 

The one who daily counts the seven steps in all rivers.

I AM......I AM.....Oba Ovonramwen N'Ogbaisi!

Dedicated to Oba Ovonramwen N'Ogbaisi, the ruler of Great Benin Kingdom.

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SWEET YESTERDAY

Casting my mind back to view those enriched moments

When your name was the only on my lips

When your name sounded so sweet to my ears

And your presence never to part always together.

Our voices were soft to one another

And our prayers not solo but in two we agreed for answers.

Hugs and handshakes were as strong as electric

And everyone died for our sake:

Come back sweet yesterday!

And to the smiles and laughters, come back!

Though times have seperated and our hearts like bile it taste;

Today is better but very empty without you, My Friend!

To all my friends of old

#‎comeback‬ #‎remembernotthesadtimesbutthegoodtimes‬

#‎sweetyesterday‬ #‎poetry‬

#‎GOAL‬

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I AM POETRY.

I am poetry

I speak in so many languages from ages past to make anew. 

Constructively, I speak of so many hidden and open realities

That we all are blind, blind to see;

Of the ancient past,

Present, present,

And of our helpless untold future, I daily speak.

I am passionate and desperate

I am enduring, don't tempt me

I am a fierce fighter

Check out my punching lines

Ten men already down in the cold.

I am poetry

I paint with several colours of words

And sometimes get really messy.

I play with running juicy slippery lines

Catch me if you can!

I am bitter than bile, honey and deadly;

I am a thorn, I turn you on like my favorite dial.

I set the captives free and yet a prisoner of my own conscience.

My contradictions are your addictions

O what ecstasy!

I am poetry

The romance with my pen is more than that of the bedroom.

My seductive words lure many into my soft, silky, sleepy bed.

Ask my son David

He had a hot romance with me

Like the many strings of the harp he played.

I feed the thirsty and they thirst no more

I make many young wrinkle as though they are 80.

My lines strike your depth

And I swear the ocean floor is near.

I am poetry

I know I am tall like a tree

Call it madness

I cure madness

I make many drink of me to stupor

I make many dance, romance like it is their last chance

And others a thief I make of them

As they are always caught stealing over a million glance at my ever sunny face.

Wondering why the west came in?

My job is to make you identify your unidentified self.

Skillfully, will I help you eliminate the slavish opium mentality

Hidden behind the symbols of these several temples.

I am simple not complex

Smile to me and I will inspire you.

I am poetry

The ancient stone in every city wall

The streets call me rap

After I gave them one tie each to smoke.

In reggae I play but they call me blues fever.

The government is too heavy for my shoulders

So I let down with a little fever.

The people, my people are forever dear to my heart 

For their sake I pen it down

In lingering lines

Rhetorical rhymes

And in deeper stanza's the answer is clear.

I am poetry and legendary

And of my faithful friends that tell of me with great passion

I call POETS.

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GOOD BYE.

It is emotional,
When the time comes by
To say Good bye.
With the hand that waves,
Everyone sees it as the last that parts.
Good bye it is,
To the pleasures and treasures
To the vanity in every entity
To the arrogance and corruption
To the fears and tears
To love and hate
To this final date, the Late.
A little while is yet little
With memories of faded times.
It is emotional
When the time comes by
To say Good bye.
Good bye!

THE AFRICAN WOMAN.

The African woman is not an actor of strength.
She is the sole provider
The nurse of emotions
The mother of brave hearts
Firmly on her loyal chest a home is built.
She is the pleasure of the bed
The push when the stitch saves nine.
With or without the illiteracy from the classroom, she is an economist
And her breast milk she never economises for fashion.
She is the fashion, the ocassion for every celebration.
The African woman grows old with her man and thus wants no slash in the name of division.
What men so seek as the head,
In her head is a special love for her children and kindred.
Though housed by pots and fire,
She is a voice
One that must be sensed like the aroma from her soup.
Yes! She is my African Woman.

#poetry #africanwoman
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#GOAL

ODE ODUWA: The keeper Of The Path To The Shrine. (The Edo History Defined).

No one should write or rewrite our history wrongly with the hope to tell it as the truth.

The truth is that, about 2,000 years ago, we the Edo's nation who currently inhabit the South Western part of Nigeria migrated from Egypt due to the flood disaster that plagued the land at that time.

Ode Oduwa: the keeper of the path to the shrine; led us thus far through the spiritual guidance of our ancestors. Ode Oduwa and NOT Ododuwa as speculated, was the spiritual head of the Edo nation and he had a shrine on top of the hills were it was said that he communicated directly with the gods of his fathers.

When the Edo people finally settled in their current place (South Western Nigeria), the Benin's formed the Ogiso dynasty and it flourished with the reign of different Kings.

However, one of the Ogiso Kings had a problem with his son, the heir to the throne; the crowned Prince had to flee Benin in fear of his father, the King. After the death of the King, a replacement was needed to continue in his stead; so they sought for his son who they found (through spiritual guidance) around the Western part of modern day Nigeria.

Nevertheless, when the crowned Prince was found he was very old. He refused to come back home to take his rightful place as King; so he gave his son in his stead, who eventually came to rule over Benin.

Due to the complexity of the Benin traditional system (a complex religious practices) he found it difficult to rule; so he moved back to his initial base after he fathered a son in Benin that also continued in his stead.

Let be known that the Benin's practiced a polygamous system of marriage and they could not by any means be short of a male child as to go as far the Western part of Nigeria to borrow a son as King to rule (a food for thought).

The Ogiso dynasty which spanned over 200 years in the ancient Benin Kingdom had followed a primogeniture system even before the crowned Prince was born and it is still in practice till date.

The British who came into Nigeria at that time were misinformed and this misinformation, in recent past became the untrue history of the Edo's that was adopted into the national history.

We the Edo nation, we know who we are and we know where we are from.

Oba gha to kpere, Ise!

Thoughts and findings from PETER ENAHORO (Peter Pan), a veteran Nigerian Journalist who featured on the Nigerian Television Authourity (NTA), on a programme REFLECTIONS, Sunday, 17th May 2015; compiled by Godson Osarenren.

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#GOAL
#edohistory #nigeria #edostate

FOOT PRINTS.

Step by step

I try to walk

As I walk

Not by might or sight

I see his ways are not our ways

Of the coin, he wanted no taxes

Of the law, he chose love.

Strange steps! Difficult steps!

Step by step

I try to walk

As I walk

My thoughts aside

His foot prints my eyes search to see

Never to look back

Never to loose track

Always on his leading

Step by step.

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#‎GOAL‬

ON THE WATCH!

Marriage is a bond for ages.

Hence, the freedom enjoyed in freetown; 

Is seriously on the watch after marriage.

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CHICKENS IN THE CATHEDRAL.

The man died
And they said he was a good man,
So touched was I that I had to attend his funeral.
Inside the Cathedral-
The piano playing sonorously with several voices singing along.
From my eyes each little tears dropped;
The dark shade covered and the handkerchief helped too.
His wife, the woman with the most hugs,
Sat in front drowning in tears with her life saver no more.
And so did the women behind, with a chicken each.
It was time to pay the last respect
And so did everyone stand up with memories of this good man as they bowed.
The women with the chicken in hand recounted in tears as they took their turn.
It was said in this village that the women with the chicken were his concubines.
Finally, the unknown secrets of this good man was finally revealed at death;
As over forty chickens were recorded in the Cathedral.

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POETRY IN MANY TONGUES.

Poema Italiano: English and French translations below.

IL MIO POVERO PARERE.

Siamo appena in tire.

Che cosa viene appressor?

La sua azione e senza precedenti.

Ammininstrare la guistizia;

Egli prenne la mano della Duchessa.

Non mi presto all' inganno.

Si chiude una porta, se ne pre un altra.

Non mi prendo questo liberte.

Quand anche, se le pressa col appuntamento.

Ho una preghidera de farle.

Le prego di considerare.

Preparati o fai tardi!

English Translation:

MY HUMBLE OPINION.

We are only three people.

Who comes next?

His action is without precedent.

To administer justice;

He presses the Duchess's hand.

I will not consent to this fraud.

One opportunity is lost but another present itself.

I will not take this liberty;

Even though, he puts the blame on the timing.

I have a request to make to you.

I beg you to consider.

Get ready or you will be late!

French Translation:

A MON PAUVRE AVIS.

Nous sommes trois seulement.

Qui vient la prochaine?

Son action se passe sans precedent.

Pour administerer la justice;

Il essaye de presser la main de la Duchesse.

Je ne consentirai pas a cette fraude.

Si une porte ferme mais un autre se presenter.

Je ne prendrai pas cette liberte;

Malgre, il rejete la responsibilite sur le temps.

Je vous en prie.

Il faut que me considerer.

Il faut preparer ou tu seras tard!

#poetry #poesie #poema #italiano #francais #english

HER DEPARTURE!

She left all

Not because she wanted

But she had to pay homage to the lender who borrows.

With her breathe cut short

No feelings! 

As all relationships became as cold as her feet.

From a mirror, her name was called trice

And she appeared to tell;

Her spirit refused to rest,

A lot of 'Ogume' was done to appease her restless soul, The drama of the afterlife. 

And as she departed 

So did her man move on with another. 

#poetry

THE MATRIMONY AGAINST ME.

We said it! 

That Bisi cannot stay in a man's house. 

She brags and nags and wears a man to tear.

And Haruna her husband will never let go; 

He cares less about how to manage the problematic emotions of a lady.

He is very vindictive with his spikes that lobs.

With the rings that bind, 

My beauty faded with the cheer of the newly wedded.

Anyways, CongRAToolateShun O!

It is less than a month into the said marital bliss

All we hear are hisses,  

Over the skin colour of their unborn,

Which they choose differently not agreeing to one.

Who ever said marriage was a bed of roses!

Let's wish them all the best as we hope for the worst.

Since both of them own a house and not a home.

 

#nigeria #politics #poetry

THE DAY I WAS BORN.

A shout was heard, 

My first kick to let me out.

A sign it was; that I was ready to be a man.

I kicked again till I got the water broke.

Shouts and screams, I heard again and again, 

As I tried so hard to take in my first air.

The first it was, so I cried. 

But with milk I became meek.

Brubudu! Brubudu!

My late grandmother, Iye no'khua!

Rang the bell to announce my arrival.

The gods heard and came among men

So many were well fed for my sake,

And so did they give their visions to the seeker.

With milk never an inch away

I slept off listening to my mother, my first poet.

And so did the stories of the future come with the responsibility to always fight.

But when will I win: in tears I continued my cry.  

#poetry

MAN OF SORROW.

Man of sorrow
Look through the window
There is a brighter tomorrow
Even though the harshness of life gets to the marrow
Tomorrows joy always wipes out today's sorrow.
Though the forces may hover and rover like a sparrow
And even tomorrow seems so impossible.
Look through the window
There is a brighter tomorrow
Man of sorrow.

#keephopealive #joylikeariver #itiswell

FROM THE HORSES MOUTH.

I want to hear the truth

From the root whence it grew.

I want to hear it all 

From its genesis to this revelation; 

Of it from A to Z, my ears want to hear:

And only from the horses mouth,

The truth I need to know.

#thehorsesmouth #truth #theroot

BROS JAY.

Bros Jay, dem say your name bi like hammer

When dem take dey sama devil for head,

Gbim! Gbim!

Devil wan use me mob ground

I wan make you show

So dat levels go change.

I hear say you dey fly and strong pass Super-Man,

Bros Jay, I beg show!

I no want make tafia people carry me go!

I wan dey wit u, with your plenty o-yo-yo!

Omo see enjoinment!

Bros Jay, anytin dey hard u??

Tank you wel-wel!

I no say u go do am,

You bam!

#JesusChrist #BrosJay #Superman #NumberOne

LE SON DU MATIN.

Le son du matin
vient de la petite bouche
des oiseaux qui chantent
pres de ma fenetre.
Ils chantent
Chante!
Chante!
Jusque je me reveille.
Ils me reveillent chaque jour
sans manquer
tres tot du matin.
Maintenant je connais
la facon des oiseaux
comme je ne sais jamais.
Ils aiment des gens qui se porter comme eux.
Un coeur d'or,
Et ils m'en trouvent.

English Translation:

THE MORNING SOUND.

The morning sound
comes from the little mouths
of the birds that sings
close to my window.
They sing,
Sing!
Sing!
Till I rise.
They wake me up very early each day
without missing any.
Now I know for sure
the ways of the birds like never before.
They love people with like minds;
A heart of gold,
And they found it in me.

#poesie #poetry #francais #french #alliancefrancaise #lesondumatin #themorningsound

LA FLEUR.

La fleur, la belle.
Belle comme la poesie,
mon ami des siecles.

Je t'aime beaucoup
et nous sommes ensemble,
Le charme et le parfum.

Je ne te laisserai pas
comme un enfant sans mere
malgre le temps, j'ai l'eau.

Non, tu ne mouris pas
Tu vivrais
Comme il fait du soliel en Afrique.

Tu est vraiment la belle.
La beaute extraordinaire.
C'est l'heure de t'ecrire.

#poesie #poetry #french #francais #beaute #fleur

VIVRE LA VIE.

Vivre la vie!

Ne te tue pas!

Essaye de monter la cloture avec toute la force chaque jour.

Malgre les larmes qui tombent

La faim de la ventre

La maladie terminale

Et l'argent qu'on cherche toujours jusque la fin.

L'espoir ne meurt jamais, il vit encore!

Ne te tue pas!

Vivre la vie!

English Translation:

LIVE YOUR LIFE.

Live your life!

Don't take your life!

Make effort to climb through all the huddles with all thine might each day.

Despite the tears that falls

The hunger of the stomach

The terminal illness

And money always on our mind till our very end.

Hope never dies, it still has breathe.

Don't take your life!

Live your life!

#lifeisfun #notosuicide #lavieestbelle #netetuepas #english #french #alliancefrancaise

L'HOMME NOIR.

Ce n'est pas ta faute que tu es noir.
Fier de toi-meme!
Et ne se porte jamais comme le cochon,
Car tu es si propre.

Autour de toi, l'injustice crie;
Les oppressions chez les blancs et parmi les freres noirs.
Ne va t'en avec les cultures divers, reculer!
Car chez Mama il y a beaucoup a savoir.

N'oublie jamais ton identite noir!
C'est beau plus que les autres.
Dites aux enfants les contes de la lune.
Dites la pure verite de nos ancestres passe.
Dites-les que nous avons un grand village avec plein de chambres,
Pas plus loin d'ici,
Chez moi, le village d' Afrique!

English translation:

BLACK MAN

Blame not yourself because you are black.
Be proud of yourself!
And never you take yourself for a pig,
Because you are clean so clean.

All around you, the cry of injustice.
Oppressions by the whites and even fellow black brothers.
Don't flirt with other cultures, come back to your's!
For in one land Africa there is a lot to learn.

Don't forget your black identity.
It is far more beautiful than the rest.
Tell your children stories by moon light.
Tell the truth of our hero's past.
Tell them we have a big village with a lot of rooms,
It is not for far from here,
My home, one land Africa.

#afrique #africa #noir #black #hommenoir #blackman #french #francais #anglais #english #poetry #poesie

SHE IS GONE.

She is gone
Gone for a long journey
Abandoning all, even those she calls honey.
Stiff in attention she coldly salutes.
No comedian can make her smile to these sad faces she never wished a frown.
She is gone
No gong announced her readiness to leave
A little much longer we wished she would have been,
But she walked away with a winter jacket
Leaving her baby to grow
Never a suck from her
Never a mum to hold.

#life #she #gone #sad

I AM EARTH.

I am earth!

I am wealth!

Of man, my kind.

I am the keeper of his existence.

The base I am; I carry all your burden!

I house the whole world with no rents at all;

But man is so unkind to me.

He fights for what is not his,

And with their smoke, I daily choke!

I give more than I get:

I bet you, a thrust into my inner mind

You will find water, the water brook!

I am rich; in me you will find Africa and many other lands where my sand spreads.

I house the oceans and seas,

And they are fully aware never to over step their bounds.

I hide in my pouch diamonds and other precious stones;

A great throne underneath the feet of men.

How they see me as mere dust.

I feed the nations with my oil and my vegetations, a healer!

Indeed, I am the mother of the dust! 

On me lies the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the plains and the hills;

The trees and the breeze I accommodate with ease.

And upon me the sun, the moon and the stars.

Though lightening strikes, thunder storm; I am unshaken, I am the earth!

Of me I shake and it quakes!

Of rain that falls, my drink!

Of eruptions, my anger spills!

And over the years I have lived and survived;

Many creatures come and go, I remain;

And on me you all walk motionless.

With man always as a gift inside a box;

I help rest his soul with the dust.

I am earth!

I am wealth!

Water me and I will help you grow!

UTALE- The meeting of two.

Kume-kpe! Kume-ja!

Was the sound I heard from my neigbours house.

Finima-ah! Ona-eh!

She screamed.

Mpiaka-si! Mpiaka-si!

Wait make I putu miliki-ah!

I heard again.

As African that I am!

I knew of this dangerous game they played;

It fires and wires and like this bolt, it screws.

It is without hurt but hot it bakes.

Akunpacha!

The battle of strength and sweat!

Were both parties never rest, until victory is assured.

Orishabia-ozo!

Chop 1! Chop 2!

Peke-fuel!

Ah Oseah!

#healing #fun

MAY DAY

It is may day today

And everyone is still wondering,

Could this be a celebration of a day?

Except for those who steal and seal

Or a good place so cool to work.

Who is celebrating?

Frustration wears a crown on the workers who toil all day

Early they rise

Nothing back at home

Not even rice!

Salaries are never paid on time

And those who have worked are dead

Because for their pensions they've waited in vain.

Sadly, so many workers want to work

But no work to do

And even when there is one to do,

You pay for it before you get the salary unknown 

Or even grace the beds of dogs before it is yours.

May day today!

I say "NO-DAY!

#may #mayday #nlc #ilo #un