I Know A Man by Owugah Christian Doubra I knew a man who will knock on our door every night drunk I know a man who swore in his last breath that he will take care of us, You know a father, we only knew a man He left us when I was 10, …
Half of a yellowish dish by Sarah Emetuche Halfway down this soup I stare at this half empty plate Sometimes last year my hair was half plait because my mother had a scuffle with the stylist Today I’m not at the bottom I’m not at the top Still I am never where I want …
The Unknown by Mercellinus Ogolo It was a dark and shiny night When we heard a cry of a new creature Which name is worth to be untold growing strong and mighty age running like water from the tap changing lives and changing the world growing as tall as a giraffe drawing the picture …
Mistake by Akwasa Goodness Funlayefa On the grass I sit My heart soaked in pains Muttering now and then, I must have been disordered I then stare at the rising sun, I shake my head though in spasm of pain, I forge ahead with pains at heart I cannot turn back the time This …
I buried him here beneath this ocean sand is where I dug a hole and buried him. When I met him in December, he had promised me the world, that his friendship would stand so tall by my side, like his legs on my bed. In January he fled and the heart he awoken split …
This Is How I Have Imagined You My love, that you would have long flowing hair with which I can climb out of this crude soaked hole and see daylight like never before. That you would have small but narrow nose and when the flairs suck up my large nostrils, I would build a …
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I am currently working on a 14days Spoken word series on love in the lead up to valentines day. I hope that many people are inspired to find out the many ways they can say “I love you” to the one they care about! — Vic’Adex
My Aurora Per se, I remain silent to the plain trunk of Ginkgo with etched bark of sere serenity. I uttered— “Oh my Gosh! my feet never feel a tavern Though my lips to feel liquor I’m drunk after glaring an Annabel Lee. ……..Then I muttered— She must be a Persian tapestry of glitz and …
Revolution My old President sits While his people die My old President sits While his people die There’s no mercy in his heart: I am going to send him home. I am going to shut down his office Chain his door with my people’s intestines I am going to shut down his office Chain his …
NIGHTFALL IN LEKKI Never talk of peace and justice to me When i am a helpless voice Preyed upon by a heartless pharaoh Nightfall has come This land is in doom And i am the lamb slain in this land of helplessness You still have a cause to fight So do not slumber that death …
NUMBER 60 & boys who walked away Warning! They are out to haunt us all. This I know. I’ve always known. Many of us too know this. But sometimes we pretend not to. Where do I begin this rant? You’ve been busy jumping and jubilating for victory. I laugh. You think you’ve won? You feel …
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IS IT THE DEAD? Against unnumbered foes, They fought for a better life, They sacrificed all the pleasures of now, For later and some sacrificed their lives. But what was “their” response? Sited on the hustle and sweat of her people They signed papers that could cause a shift It wasn’t for positive, you guessed …
Why Should We Be Held In Bondage Why should we be held in bondage? Why should the brutal men afflict us With their fierce bullets of aggravating tortures. We are humans, yet they treat us as ants On our snowy garments, they throw red pebbles And we are made as the wanders that have no …
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Reformation Nee-naw nee-naw nee-naw. At the beginning was a sound of peace. A sound that brought panicked hearts to ease. A sound that sets a robber’s heart ablaze. Their black has always connote friendship to me And their guns has always served as my protective They once weilds the power to protect my properties They …
The Cries For Revolution In an ocean of peril Nigeria’s boat topples ceaselessly Smoke of voices of anguishes Assailed the holes of her children’s ears. In spate of floods of homicides Carcasses of developing seeds Torrent of innocent blood gushes Pockmarked the air of my Mother’s land. The blizzard of deceits and brutality Swooshes of …
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