PEACE IN STRIFE

I feel two walls
Pressures and insults
Warriors and mascot
Lovers and strange hair cuts

Peasants and pheasants
Instance and incessant
Bandits and oppresants
Gangsters and militants

Which way my country men?
Who sees this mien?
Allegiance with fiends
Hubris with friends

The tumoils called 'our' homes
While the horrors of strife dig up tombs
Ethnic jurisdiction dig catacombs
No ribbons attached to our combs

WAKE UP LOVE!

The hushed screams of a terrified child
Many emotions rush wild
Daily hunger for the mind
Keep shoving him a mile

The world is empty
Memories of hurt dirty
With detergents the memories are weighty
We all saw the world and the deities

Mothers can't caution their children for fornication
Without been accused of adultery
Sons can't be cautioned on flattery
Without hands been pointed to philandering

BACK STAB

With open hearts and mind
Our embrace not from behind
Your smiles was our deepest joy though blind
Every little finger helped! Faith in you bind

When you felt dejected
We had anticipated
We shielded you from being debated
Even when you were rejected!

Your strengths have built like the unicorn
Every word we say now passes a microscope of scorn!
Took away meat and replaced with corns
Barb our skulls and infused horns

DONT DIE FOR POLITICIANS!

Who do you give victory?
Politicians or ideology?
Change or theories?
Selfish acts or patriotism?

Who do you trod the sun for?
A saviour?
A reformed beast?
A rich merchant?
Who do you hurt for?

Who do your hope rise?
When they win? Who knows your enterprise?
Would they announce your name for surprise?
In trouble who will bail your crisis?

Who do you wave brooms for?
Whom do you sway umbrellas for?
Whom do you scarified the cock for?
Whom do engineers gather men for?

DOUBLE WORLDS

Strength is the show of weakness
Meekness is silent arrogance
Peace is the fear of war
Arrogance the aggression of humility

Unity is diversion
Diversion befriends contempt
Darkness is the shade of light
Brightness compliments dull

For every stroke of hate
Is a confused love
For every form of malice
Is the invocation of envy

ANOTHER MAN INSIDE YOUR SOUL

Another man inside my soul
Every emotions Strike a hole
Dandelions dances dole
Another man inside a pole

Afraid to speak double
A word is courted for fables
Though with serious pat in the grumble
Another man inside starts another rumble

Another spoils the very day
With words he could have said
Years ago he put on despair
Another man breaks without repair

CHILD HOOD MEMOIRS

Today I took a journey through the times
The childhood hues
Our street blues
My childhood memoirs like glue

Our young men have all grown
How it started, we all know
The maiden started to be pregnant
The boys started their love for cigarettes

The more we brood the books
'They' told us 'you know we are hood'!
Read your books, leave us the crooks
We will guide your hook

OFFICIAL BREAK UP

Now I see it clearly
Clay from the diaries
Pages of life as dailies
Pages of night as daily
I see the phantom rubbish

When you desert her
She weeps from her heart
The bitterness in her soul like darts
Prayers of a broken heart
Calls karma to a plight

The player in you swells
While your oil of flattery gels
All seems well
In love...All is fair

INJUSTICE

Who do I wail to?
Brothers or fathers?
Mothers or their mad daughters!
A generation lost in its anger!
Who do I wail to?

Where do I see justice?
The earth is like a flooded outreach
Everyone has their mouthpiece!
Who can fight this injustice?!

Who can save me?
Bounded hands and starved meals
The unreal heal
The jaundiced meals
The serving piece meals!
Who will save me?

FEELINGS

I wonder what changed!?

The churches stay 'chained'

The looters blend

In a twist of turn, the looters bend



The church didn't need locks

Some now silently have glocks

'Spiritist' shooting dogs!

Instead of converting these 'dogs'

They run from the hogs

And plunder many clogs

DONT KEEP SILENT!

I feel incomplete without vocal cords
Life strikes absurd chords
Umbilical severed in thoughts
Lost in the demand for words
Actions has lost the touch

How convenient would silence be
While we plunder the breeds
Sunken reeds still share grief
Bleeding testicles show great greed
I feel like a bullied king

I reason everyday
While I watch the day
It's uncommon fray
Reminds me of other days
Of how the children play

STORMS AHEAD

Am starting a fresh again
Where I built there was no gain
A new month a new rain
Another reign

I trusted you with rubicorns!
You sold all the corns
Went airborne
Decided who was a high born
Are you aware tommorrow is a thorn!?

I sold my wrappers for diapers
You became a brood for vipers
Accused me for harbouring snipers
So you could change your wiper

You even praised the Lord
That an enemy has replaced the board
All your troubles suffer severed cords!
Life hasn't revealed the scores
Wait before you lose your swords!

Am building the walls you wrecked!
Drove then. ..now I trek
Everyone wonders the heck
Always tied to the back of the neck
It is a burden...let's take a break

My thoughts has meet wills
Soon the ill
Spread like chills
Around a haunted hill
Over maribond drills
Like a dream bill
Now this is the fill

Never be afraid to start again

WHO KNOWS?

I have all but paid the dues

Out of many blues

out smeared colour hue

Incidences with sticky glue

Appears at exceptional cue!



Joy indeed has a slender body

Unsingle minds have many hubby

Beautiful problems comes chubby

Thier first tease is hello 'honey'!



Who amongst you would say you know me?

Why brew a different coffee?

Who can see how lonely?

Mixed sadness

Slender joyous madness

Sweet bitter malady!

Who amongst you?

Knows the remedy?



For a lonely heart

Silent worried lips

Confused confident chap

A silent lips that rap

Tell me who has the remedy?

To all this crab crawling only in my heart!?

COPY CATS

I've always admired your work!

How you swagger through the bucks

And my voice tweak the Dirts

while yours mocked at my jerk!

What happened to my perk?



I've lost my voice while listening to yours!

Your silver voice cures

While mine becomes chores

Do I have a choice!?

Where is my talent stores?

I've lost it in your storm



I've lost my ears listening to your advise!

Your voice is now my greatest vice

Streams of my voices dries

Unused talent cries

What have you done to my eyes?!



When will you learn copycats?

Conquered voices hide like bats

Afraid of light like rats

Slickering slim shrivel speaks slats

When will you be your own khat?



Before you lose your voice

While listening to the chores

Copying talent is a choice

Originals can never be copied

Why copy what you can't generate?

Why become choice you can't venerate?

Is good to copy....you will relegate

While your talents degenerate!



Everyone is born original!

Talents aboriginal

Everyone has that traditional

Talent...

don't waste yours being abysmal!

SPEED KILLS!

The cheetah once mocked the snail
I roll on rails
Everyone who stood hailed
The cheetah for not being a snail

Soon the lion came for inspection
Everyone was to keep calm for introspection
The cheetah couldn't stay for inspection
He saw the parade as wasted expectations

The snail laughed at his agitation
Because he will soon lose indentation
Haste doesn't mean speed!
Static doesn't define movement!
Silence doesn't mean peace? !
Quite lips doesn't mean silence!

Before the clips blow winds
The snail strength is the cheetahs flaws
When you see a man with a strength
Look at another with a flaw

Life isn't balanced
Another's fear
Could be another's tear
Another's lagos
Is another's dubai!


When a brother falls by the sidewalk
Another walks the red carpet
Time and seasons defines thier headache
Don't push then out so sudden
As the sun rotates
So does the fortune of men

LADY OF THE RAINBOW

Crimson!
In crimson soaked
Blood, sacrifices, coloured liver-red
Food is served:
Dainties- pork and all others
Pray how do you serve such
When she, a vegetarian is?
How do you save her from the crimson blood?

Buff!
Brown legs on brown streets
I dorn red footies- and sway streets
Hisses and catcalls:
Daisies get catcalls- like none other
Pray how does a nun learn satisfaction
When she, a eunuch is?
How do you satisfy daisies with homophobic minds?

Green!
Colour envy and stalking legs
You offend me with these talks, mama
Of meat- that is not meat
Your meat offends me, mama
Your rainbow colours and harsh-tags
Cowards die a hundred deaths
How do you live an abominable life?
And pray that I die not a coward's death?

Orange!
I am just a bystander standing by
I neither eat nor touch; yet, I stare
At your Dainties bulging through stuffed ribs
At your disgusting table manners
Neon lights blink right in my head
How do daisies court daisies?
And how do you quench the neon in my head?

Blue!
Your hued veins turned blue
Frustration: prey scares predator away
The chameleon blends in with spiny legs
I smile as your receding shadows fade
Why do you gawk at the crimson damsel?
Why do you stand a distance poking at your food?

WRITTEN BY:
© Uduak Otongaran
Uduak-otongaran@outlook.com
+2348066010521Photo credit: favim.com

WHEN ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?

The hollow voices of the get married
Have other voices buried
Brutalised voices ferried
Across world's of martyrs

Feminist voices have raised like that of town unionist
These fashionista are the newest fascist
While male-feminist mien abhors rapist
Bad behaviours these days are corrected by therapist
Who needs to split roles of educationist?

Battered men find it hardest to spew thier hardest intentions
While the unionist gloat of dissertation
Have we pardoned the goat for the yam transmogrification?
Or the gods no longer accept the brown goat for its meditation?
While we burrow the young ones into agitation
Of when to marry? Do you study their hesitation??
The unionist have decided to leave the kitchen for the nation


While their painted forceps touch no desertification
Dirts and germs now dance amorous conjugation
On the flutter of disrespect for standing traditions

Wives now delegate husbandry to their men
And while we work they lord over the barns
Liberation is here...mercy can no longer cook yams
While her western accent can buy her many farms
Her christened tattoos shame the pencils on her arm

What happened to African women?
Who changed the men?
When did the titles change?


The merry makers have confused the gullible
The changes of quick choices are unbearable
Before the hunger for my rice becomes parable
These merry makers should lecture this enfant terribles!


Everyone wants to be married!
Our parents are hurried
The biological clock scurried
Away the graves of the carried


Before you stampede me into your rice adventure
Marraige awaits preparation for dentures
Even while its hurts remember your indenture!

Teach our daughters the ''trenchers''
That predation is a misadventure
Merry makers fantasy of adventure
Flies when all you see is the venture!

LEADERS OF MY CHILDREN

With clutched out palms
They received alms
Not afraid of many harms
Like a gift from a mom

Some afraid to believe
Some afraid of disease
Others scared to grieve
Others knew their beef
Reality strap to their sleeve
Awake to kill sleep

Children of abundance
Harbour ignorance
And murder semblance
Blame evil for cognisance
Sons of my mother
How did this ever happen?
Craving for alms over knowledge
Craving for help over discoveries?!
How did this ever happen

How did this happen?
They ask their mothers
Who blamed their fathers
Who had no brothers
Our mothers were never bothered

Why do we import brass?
Why do we borrow bass
Why do we chain our children in gas
Future debts in chasse
While our fathers are bent over tasse
Black mould of haste
While our hearts have left our breast!

Who started this?
Who deceived bliss?
When our children hiss
Our elders smile with ease
Who started this?
'They' say what do you miss!
Clutched hands should spread
We should be bakers of our 'bread'!
In our very hamlets
Men exist who could bake bread!

Why foist on our unbelieve!?
Why strip our greave?
My leaders! My grief!!
There is nothing Africa cannot achieve!
Borrowing is grieve
Remember our creed!
Sons of Africa! Believe!!!

THE GOLD DIGGER

Down both their roads

Good lives with codes

Loving the ode

Invasion of moles

Thier lives filled with toads



Lovers with illusion to dream

Butters turned to cream

Sweet spirits sagged to the brim

Oasis became streams

Glitters began to dim



The bounties of the vultures

shared among bearded cultures

Won like fragmented couture

Broad day owls sway adventure

Isn't this the golden fleece?

Isn't the gold digger a piece?

While trouble makers murder peace

And demand bliss!



Aside the mischievous mascara

Betrayes the greedy sclera

Greed pushes them on the naira

Greedy children filled with chimera

When will they change for the better?

Reasons they celebrate their hunger



Guide your heart with all diligence

The heart is easy to Influence

With affluence

Especially corrupted pretence

Men without integrity pretend

Characters never easy to mend

Forced men

Falls on mien

Of preys who needed a scene

To blackmail thier fish

The gold digger lost on all dish

THE CHURCH

"This is my blood, drink"
There is a miracle in the church
The church of Lourdes and the vatican
Rituals of transmogrification, I silently watch
As wafers and wine turned host and blood
With olive and mustard from Jerusalem
Roused in incence and smokes of saintly
Hanging maliciously over the chandeliers
Threatening to dim the lights of reason
Even in the Roman church

"I forgive thee with penance"
There is a war-of-wit in the church
A war with witty words of suasion
Politics, even in the pews that we sit
Otherwise, densely settled on the fonts
Magnanimously competing for space
With the bibles, crosses and beads
Contritions and acts of hearing God
God knows we fight a war-of-wit
Even on the holy pews we sit


"I see generational curses on thy forehead"
Thy forebears too- in bloody rites
There is a seer in the church
In the un-orthodoxed pentecostals
A fortune teller spinning webs of confusion
Of tongues spoken behind the pulpits
Cobwebs hanging maliciously around chapels
There is a prophet of doom
Even in the church of saints
Birthed in the other church- not of Rome

"In the name of the pope"
There is godfatherism, in the church
We know someone who knows someone else
Long tentacles threatening to submerge us
Deacons, knights and bishops with earthly crusts
And appendages surpassing the divine cause
Even God the Father's "Man Know thyself"
Has been  transformed to man-know-man
For we seldom play host to the word of Psalms
But politick and peddle- even in our Father God's arms.

WRITTEN BY:
© Uduak Otongaran
Uduak-otongaran@outlook.com
+2348066010521

WILD CREATURES

In between paranoia and deep misery
She curled in chancery
And abrupt penury
Bankrupt in imagery
Of the blank deception
Her pains dipped in penury

How easy people who love lie
Broken things still die
Meek hearts always cry
Broken people can lie
For find a way out of their life
Integrity becomes a fright
When they meet the light


Though 'they' roll in misery
Here is the summary
Through their misery
A liar once a brother
Is the bitter attire
They both wear on their matter
Swollen faces and broken spirits
Soon smile
Soon start again
Don't lose hope tommorrow is another way
To meet the friends
Who once we're thy enemies

WILD CHILD

I was once a stable man
Till a girl named Ann
Forced the ban
Now I stand a changed man!

I was as stable as a duck
Her lovers showed their glock
Who should we pass the duck?
My bleeding heart she mocked
My humanity she plucked
And shamed me on the block


Many Marys made me mourn
They advised I gather my tears and burn
My heart now looks to scorn
A different lesson for the scion
Now I make many Mary run

Before you say am a fraud
Listen to my tears baud
As silence draw blood
With a sinister god
Who has eaten the sweet flaw
And replace a son
That cannot be hurt!

CHAINED

Don't chain me down with your words
Don't hold me down!
You tear me into shreds
Like a threadbare rag

When you bark orders at me
I shrink
And withdraw into the shell
You have caved me in

Don't look me over
And spit your malevolent decibels
When you are caught like a child
With his hand in a pie

When you stare daggers at me
I look, frightened like a mouse
And take to flight
When I hear your heightened crescendo

Don't look me over!
Don't hold me down!
As you shake and rumble
Like a volcano ready to explode.



WRITTEN BY:
Uduak Otongaran.
Uduak-otongaran@outlook.com
08066010521

THE BROKEN RIB

There goes the broken rib
Of strengths- unknown
Un-sormountable courage
To walk paths none dare
On steps, stripped- her ego lay
Calm to the stare of toads
And tongue of chameleons
But she forced her trods on.

She treads, she prods
Forcing her crushed ego on
For the walk of faith on broken stairs
Crushed, stripped, bared
Wasted- a man's broken rib
Broken- as egg shells
Shells inimical to strengths- of women
Yet, she forces her proddings on.

Of grace, she is a swan
Her strengths: not of muscles
Neither in ached joints or bruised feet
Swimming in seas of purpose
Legacies and full waists
Braids computing figures on a sixth scale
Weakness is strength- strength is purpose
When you force steps, implored on.

Mediocrity dies a thousand deaths
Timidity is barnished to exile lands
For she must win hearts
In her daily walk and work
The levity of tasks- not minding
Accolades are her dearest wish
If Maya, Ophrah, Serena and Adichie lives,
The resilience of women must live on.

WRITTEN BY:
©Uduak Otongaran.
July, 2015

picture by Nigel Pavitt

AFRICAN ROMANCE

I thought I knew it all
The legends of love hall
Smiled at my fall
The horrible mall
My childish thoughts

She was as soft as flagon urn
I was as stubborn as a gaul
Many times made her mourn
Too proud to give it all

I kept my heart from all 'harm'
She ditched it in the swarm!
All her smiles that were warm
Filled my heart with worms

My tepid troubled thoughts
Soon tasted cold darts
From cold rooms and empty spots
That reminded more about love lost
Than the recreation I need for my beard

I wish i learnt how to love
Not hide from loves gloves
Her warm hands are now cold
Colder than my troubled home

Ima ankana nkara!
Ima mmi anforo uyara
Ima mfo ano iduo esit.

PERSUASION

Who should you trust brother?
Your mother's brother?
Or brothers from another mother?
This wanderings make me bother
Your allegiance hangs in the hotel
Your meetings in various brothels
Isn't love....its a cudgel

Have you forgotten Mitchell?
What of Michael?
Our cousins the merkels!
How could evil be in bethel? !

Who should you trust?
Your blood or your guts?
Your friends? Or your own?
Son of my mother! You're grown!


Your friends don't love you
They could sell you
Your friendship has passed becareful
Listen to our counsel
Be the son of the council

ANOTHER GAZE ANOTHER CHANCE

My heart is a flutter of buzzing flies
Ceremonial lilies filled with butterflies
Loaded with lies
Make my eye cry

How can butterflies hurt?
How could comfort be this hot?
How would joy suddenly flop?
How did butter and flies become a word?
While you were here our world
Faded and truth were debated?
Trust to friends were traded
Anonymous stalker berrated!

Ufan ima mmi
Inighe nwan owo
Ini iso odudu
Anyan idem etukudo!
Sai! Andikpe nduduai!

While we are here......
Should we stare?
Should we pray?
Who is the prey?
Where is the lair?
Before you doubt my flair
I give you my hair!



For thosewho are not from Akwa ibom state
the 3rd line says my friend of love
sweet wife of another
 the future of power
the long slender body for the 3rd son
I have goose pimples
this form of praises are used to tease ladies on how much you love them

BUCKLE UP!

With open eyes she wailed

Brackened feathers in polished nail

Soon broke hell

The pounding of life made her frail

Previous advices ring many bells

Immediate lies derailed



Cold words laddened in sweets of butter

Vengeful regret choked words she could utter

The butters stink of gutter

Sweet fantasies no longer bother

To smile when she sees her lover brother

With open eyes, red shook the shudder



I've spoken million silences over her mission

In anger and submission

Silence over commotion

Truths over pontification

We learn in mistakes from exacerbation

The experiences reminds the action

Will it change us? Would it hurt us?

Brackened feathers of polished tears

Silence became the fear

It's too late to regret

You broke our heart

What do we have to debate?

HEALING HANDS

Let there be no Shame

In thinking about your name

Every actions take its blame

Life in its intrigue is a game

let no shame, Shame the realm



Let no Shame be your ambition

Competition is the new innovation

The issues of life unfolds like television

so many lies, yet much deception

Let no man Shame your ambition



There is no shame if a man shed tears

Atleast the pain he can afford to bear

If he bears pain, don't be the source of his shame

In tears, excuses shouldn't be mixed with blame!



Before you accuse, study the ruse

The victim and the abused

There is no shame in truths and fuse

The moment lies is infused

Reconciliation is hard to review

THE MUTE

May the heavens grieve with me

The burdened veins on my neck

The hurried congealed tears

The soft moans explains nothing

I am like a stranger in my heart

My own voice scares even my self



May the heavens hear my plea

Am lost in a thousand sea

Dipped in emotionless hiss

I wish I can speak

Both my limbs are weak

Listen as my groans peak

Come to my aid

My pains are drilled with a rig

I am like a dry lonely cold desert

Stabbed and wounded

Like a prized hazard

Experimenting on a frozen gizzard

My only mockery is like that of the lizard

Who after the fall cannot decide

whether to run after the fall

Or smack it's mockers after the fall

BROKEN HEART

Memories rushes at brusque reality

Frantic fragrances

Of pure innocence

Rant like a man tempted by veiled spirit

If my heart skips a beat



I alone took the heat

Those frozen caresses

Forever promises

Rings louder in my head

It tickles every bend

The pains drop like rain



The blank in my heart is a stubborn friend

Wishes of mine is a close drain

Adios I've said, yet it won't bend

Spotting where I would have the end

Complicated compromises refrain

Who am I to complain?



I've tried all my best in this fight

To give up is the respite

You alone is my strife

Till love do us part is my life

ADIOS QUERIDO!

The soft caress  of our child's hand

Sniffles at memories bland

Our dreams behind

Obstacles bound the hind

Was this the plan?

Adios Querido el blanco!



Those memories gnaw at my very soul

Lies found a home

Our hearts are crushed from different mould

Adios!

Vegetable spirits smeared in crude

Mashed with incandescent prude

Goodbyes are always rude

We are overwhelmed by uncertain mood

Gracias nakupenda!

A friend always in my heart

RIP CORPER HOPE FRAMPTON AKPANIKA... YOUR DEAD HURTS!

Our opinions are cast on stones

There's nothing anyone will say in 'our' homes

This pains still hurt our bones

Robbery of service like lost golds

There are briallics to be taught

How long till they start thoughts?

Their thoughts are condensed in a tot

Shaken when their egos are hurt

Children of hatred bought

From freedom to slavery bouts



who will set them free?

Will the old men plant trees?

On the shades they won't watch the glee

My brethren keeps pelting bees

The stings and the beaten plea



Am just amazed that few has wits

Some brains are just empty wigs

All they give is wreathes!

Their satisfaction and glee

Shames us to the knees

Who would pay their fees

They are above learning always at sea!

WHO OWNS MY HEART?

Everyday I dream of all the players

The broken betrayers

Every heart beats for another

who knows the depth of its layers?

My dreams are filled with many dangers

This cold silence is a voice in this matter

Whose heart has those plaster?

Whose heart are celebrating those rastas?

Which is struggling with the breakers?

Many questions for the hackers!



Every heart has its flowers

The sunshine and the beautiful lovers

Who is with my heart? What are your dangers?

Is your heart broke? Are they repairers?

Is your lover a joke? do we need barristers?

Is your lover broke? Can we talk to bankers?

Who owns my heart?

Who throws many darts?

My dreams every night

Have more questions

Than squinting for lovers in the light

WHICH WAY MY COUNTRYMEN?

Deep under the surface

Lies a strange calm at the terrace

Blood boil burn in those darkened furnace

Strange spirits strain strange shortage

Over the calm

Lies maximum disturbances on the palm

Who knows my qualms?

Who feels the spam

Who knows the scam?



Outward I boil and shine

The eagles gather in the shrine

While they ''pour'' sacred wine

'Our' foetuses starve while they dine

When I raised my voice in shame

Educated illiterates trade blame

'Our' heritage became lame

Barren poachers know the game

On the surface everything seems calm



On our sandals

Remains great scandals

Intellectual vandals

Makes even the learneth to ponder

On the surface strange works of wonders

Blinds even the canon fodders

While our country men bend to conquer

Many things fidget asunder

NURSE SANDRA....

I wish you were here Sandra

To blow away this hide and tundra

Examinations pseudo mitochondria

Another trip to emotional cassandra

Your face is mixed in different hydra

Your sarcasm reproduces maddening spirogyra!



I wish you were here to kill this progera

Young gloves marauding microscopic divers

Patients protecting anatomic drivers

While you unscrew their heart of many rivers

I wish you saw these dangers

Yet you choose to be a care giver



Here you will always be

In the heart of all helpless beigns

The young and old genes

Pray for your eternal vim

WHAT HAPPENED?

I tried to wriggle free from mediocrity

The laziness of alacrity

The routine retinue of celebrity

The sweet aloof of celibacy

The world continued continuity

Nations have fought spontaneity

In those struggles for ''liberty''



Nations have rejected paternity

Children in shortage of responsibility

Men now tilt to inanimate objectivity!

Values are now regarded as specularity

What happened to our world's humanity?

Who damaged our morality?

What happened to soberness and humility?

Everywhere stinks of hostility

Hatred is viewed with cerebral objectivity

Strife is celebrated in ethnicity

Change our world of iron profanity

Let's milk it down to the podium of pity

Make it meek...This is our only city
Our only home...Our only city

PGEJ.....MY HERO ALL THE WAY.....

My brother, eerie lover

I gave all for your cover

I won't expose, I could cower

Tommorrow is a terrible leper

Who knows? How you will be my brother?

I love you like my life

What you like attracts strife

This rumours keep raging rife



My brother, soul lover

Sleep robber

Dangerous lover

Peaceful fever

Slippery lover, eely brother

Hardened lather, tricky leather

Soul lover...free giver

My lost brother...

Come home...For you we gather...

Forget the matter...let settle and prosper

NIGER DELTA TEARS

I gave my all to humanity

It seemed I gave enmity

I gave my peace to conflict

Broken families and cruel children spits

I learnt my voice to oppression

Many wills suffered depression

I spoke loud in sunrise

My image suffered many dark nights



For every ill I rebuked

A thousand dictators arose

I spoke against tribalism and ethnicity

Other tribes spoke of conquered territories

I spoke for unity

Their actions suggested anarchy

I spoke of environmental degradation

I spoke of depravation and society exacerbation

They saw a common wealth of a nation

The more they spoke nigeria

I was forced to remember Biafra!



There is more hope in resource control

They said we are leeches

We are few

They can trample with shoes

How can a few

Detect our cue?

I am Niger delta...

I have been stung in the stew

KINGS OF AFRICAN STRUGGLES....XENOPHOBIA

My brother, my brother

Son of my mother

Hold on your prized anger

Mighty hunter....mighty panther

My brother, my brother

You curl everyday under the rafter

Unaware of some changes in some matter

Those spear and bows drives the animal to laughter



My brother

When they see your spear they gather

And discuss issues rather than scatter

Our jungle has tasted change. ..mighty panther

My brother...There is so much hunger

It hurts to see you wander

When there is so much for the hunter

These animals have met another panther

Becareful my brother!....brother!!

These animals want shelter from a new master

Son of my father!



You are all that matter

Watch how they refuse to gather

Change your approach

At the back they call you 'coackcroach'

Everything you've done, they question the coach

Please my brother, let's clean this reproach

My brother! Mightiest of hunters!

Prove them wrong in this matter

Accusations is slowly building the banter

They mock us as bastards

My brother, mighty son of our fathers

Look deep in this pranks

Remember to break their ranks

Roar and save this jungle from the hunters!!!

DONT DIVORCE YET.....DONT!

Every body must keep to the ills

Of partnership and wills

Forget the regret after the bliss

Don't divorce! Don't hiss



Careful scrutiny should have been made

Before you married the maid

Why are you afraid of the bed?

You acquired for your beard?



Before you grew tired and frustrated

I hope you didn't poison the hated?

The blame is always on the under rated

Whose opinion is not to be debated



Before you leave what is your proof?

Change your attitude and reproof

Gag some habits in a waterproof

And watch bliss return with a shiny hoof

IN MEMORY OF PROF KOFFI AWOONOR

Hey! Pacy hunter

I thought you were my brother

You are dark like 'our' mother

Should I be afraid of this banter?

Awoonor! Awoonor! Run like the panther

The earth is really a peaceful matter

No longer afraid to hold your anger

Embrace the friendly hunger



They could gloat for whatever wickedness

This killings in Africa is too mindless

Is this really poverty or illiterate redress?

Religious or political harness?

Al-shabab!!! You have murdered

Scattered and plundered

All those you have angered

Families weeping the unfathered



All of us will someday kiss the earth

There is always a redress on your death

Which I'm sure one day, will be red

You will be laid on a burial bed

We won't breathe the dust forever

If you scatter pellets, will it be forever?

There is a season to lose, evil diva

Sullen act of wickedness on a lame river





All of you together is a shortage to Awoonor

Kenyatta and Mahama is it yet uhuru?

Sun of shaka Zulu

Smile on us! Forget this shabab burrow

Who has nothing to offer our world

But deceit of religion on a defenceless mall

Women and children buried in a hall

Writing long history of hatred on a cold wall



And painted our Awoonor on a graffiti

Bragging infamy for countries to writ

To mourn a man who went to read wit

Covered in emotionless wreathe

Our earth is stained again Awoonor

This religion is a provoking donor

Of grief instead of honour

What did we get? Bloodied Awoonor



Legacy has been stained again

What is your gain?

For gunning defenceless men in a rain...

Just to gloat? And inflict pain???

Rest in utopia with the utopians

Cursed remains those fallopians

That bore those barbarians

May they all die in defiance



In memory of Prof. Koffi Awoonor

WHO CARES......

No one really cares

Naccicist sphere

We all breathe air

Names and monuments

Who really cares?????

The strife is for wealth

Perhaps in death

You may have a name



Who knows the poor Hassan?

All his experimental design

Manoeuvring cows in the land

His battles with thieves behind

Who really cares!



Who knows Emeka???

What of Rebecca!

Her struggle to trade silk

His fake products

In a bid to make an original

Who knows his name?????

His products produced in Aba

Is labeled made in China

Who really cares???



Who really cares??

Our helpers are armed with cameras

The confession is for new customers

who really cares????

Who will help without asking?

Who cares for the sick and dying???

Who pays for the poor and their heirlings

Who really cares???

Who does?

You or me

The politicians or the thieves?

The cameras or the deeds?

Who cares....

Nobody

Just a quest for names

Who does???

CLUBS....A DATE WITH HISTORY

A voice stays caged in my soul

Moments served In a hole

Alcohols and wild dances and the show

Those moments still rove

Blind youth in me cry wild

The beats spoke home

Where youth dined smoke

Young women swayed bones



Still wild but old with sticks

He nods and tap away from graceful streak

How youth soon flee it's peak

Lost in memories he paused

Betty blue the gal with the horse

Danced and immersed in brine of booze

How weak she lay



When youth flees another voice speak hoarse

In somber woods deep in the heart

Wild animals speak through calm minds

And all caged in youth

Spent on party and drugs

Regrets eats walking sticks

Reason prevails the weak

Who with sober eyes

Recalls the lengthy youth

Wriggled in beats

Dissolved in the violent fumes

The stank odours from putrid pores

The drips of sweat from veteran whores

Repentant frogs

Experimental hogs

All that remains is the youth

Soaked in a caged voice in the old



The regrets and self amuse afternoon

Rocking chairs

And the matric fumes reminds

It surely reminds

The youth

And how we spent it

TRUTHS AND DELUSIONS

The hands that share me tea

Share more tear

The shoes of fear

strides stripes strip strong shear

The courts spoke many sins

The chilling voices of the seas

Serpents snarling snapping ease



Traits of treachery

Stings traitors like archery

Betrayers and leachery

Traps like poisonous pastry

The hands who serve me with smiles

Their Hearts are a million miles

Their fantasies are evil and vile

Turn coats slithering piles



Their joy is the grief

And pain eternal relieve

Their imagination is a lipid disease

Our hands. ....Our own hands

Dig deeper than our corruption

PURSUIT OF FUTILITY

In pursuit of beauty

They lost the taste of a good woman

In pursuit of societal acceptance

They lost the grace of a woman

In the fear of deceit

They saw lost receipts



In  the quest for blames

They saw a willing tool

In the vestices of an innocent woman

A tool of love is stained in shame

A sceptre of peace

Is swept by the breeze

what did we ever do????

What was our fault? ????

Are we not sorry enough?????



In the beauty lies a distortion

In the peace of our joy

Lies the ineptitude of the tears

While the general fear of our beauty

Is maligned by the few who are rusty

Beloved lies in me

The sceptre of joy and the pain of every woman

AMERICANISED AFRICANISED BULLIES

Soon reality became my swastika

I thought bullies only dwelled in Africa

Until I left the shores to America

One slap erased my mascara



Another one exorcised my shakara

It possible to confused amala with Amara

The movies didn't help the ankara

Fine houses filled with Akara

Would be my meal nsuto nkara



Soon the bullies came both male and female

Some darker some pale

Their very culture started to impale

The African in me became for sale!



Two weeks out of my village

My accent is now a versace

Fashion of the facade

Others I see the retard

Bullies everywhere even in our backyard

Cultural shock for the retards

who don't believe in the African rise

Bullies everywhere....what a tide!


To my foreign readers nsuto nkara is an ibibio language meaning what lies....
Shakara is pidgin meaning  swag
Ankara is a tradition African linen used in Africa
Amara Is someone's name from igbo extraction

DREAMS

When my eyes are closed
Another opens in wonder
To the marvelous agenda
In my head about many genders
With closed eyes I ponder
Thoughts asunder
At the marvelous eyes and their hunger
Another world yonder
When you close your eyes hanger
Images stronger than thunder
Dissolved in all your wonder
That is the dream
Images flooded on ice cream

MENTAL BATTLES

Where will I pitch my tent?

Will be tall fair purple or black!?

Tall short medium or slack?

Slice big large flat buttocks?

All of them got butts



Will it be the one that greet good morning

After the eating and drinking will there be moaning?

All of them comes with mornings

will it be the beautiful shy, always running? ???

Where will I gather my village?

A four star pillage?

Or a simple green terrace

Which of them will give me the courage

And will never be afraid of my rage?

Which of them can build a broken image?

Who will look only at my garage

Those people who only see the mirage

And spits on simple adage



Who will share my tent????

For once I sing

And the heavens quip

It has been signed

By then it going to be a long way

With my precious

Whosoever she is.....

DEEPER THOUGHTS INTO THE NIGHT

Many souls are wasted in hatred

Genocides...yet pain are not debated

Still on the altars of the segregated

Lives on the balance are shredded



Without love they burn

With religion they philter

Without knowledge they suffer

With all...They become unbelievable gangster



Around our skin lies this ethnic disease

The blame shift and religious believes

Political mischieve

Societal hatred they conceive



All around the night

They segregate even the grass

How can you purge chlorophyll from plants?

Africa! My Africa!! What are your plans

Bent heads are sad, not deep in thoughts

The smiling face grieves in hurt

Good men chased from their hut

Greed and hatred, they bled and rot

Deeper things of ours, left in the mud

My heart bent in distrust



Many souls are worn on soles

If treachery could be hung on poles

Innocence not buried in the cold

Patriotism isn't hoarded on ethnic nepotism

Bribery weren't in the police periphery

My deeper thoughts in the night

Would be Africa buried in black diamonds

Shaped in black

Caped deeper into the night

VOTE DONT FIGHT

He kept a clear head

His manifesto no red tapes

A clear line of action for the youth

His pride.....The man from the roots



Soon  the commercials came

The phantom shenanigans games

He swore no evil by name

This is politics! Don't be lame!!!!!

The camera and the crowd showed him fame

The game and men he administered blame

This isn't the promise at the helm



This is politics everyone can't be helped

Soon he forgot the men who sowed

Under the harsh sun....The cold he reaped

The tattered and wretched he quipped

Should wait he must be very quick



When they gathered to speak the mongering

The celebration celebrated their mourning

Their mornings bellowed a thousand moaning

The golden street he boasted is snoring

Reeking of pity and disgust

While his one room office has a thousand flowers

Ointments and Americanised odour eaters

While our pillow is a gutter full of bloody heaters



His head is clear again

Our thumbs are not in pains

Vote we must!

Vote we will!

We need to share this mosquitoes

we need to share your plans

Your clear head

For every vote we give!

Is a better Nigeria

Vote not fight!

INTELLECTUAL INVASION

Yesternight was another dream

In between foreign claim

Lights and butterflies in ethereal realm

Where there is love of the lame

The elders mocked my thoughts

I was human so were there!

An American dream.....

Tied in between the Sunday chicken

Packaged gifts every Christmas

Last night...I had a different dream



A dream of gongs and tripod beigns

Carved out of woods and iron

Dipped in mystics and folklores

Masquerades and ceremonial bygones



A different dream........

Mead from the horrors

Poverty

Wars

Pestilence



A dream of green leaves around

Beautiful sunlight

Amidst opened beautiful flowers

Butterflies mocking the gleeful children

Away from the dreams of foreign definition of Africa

QUEEN BUTTOCK

Soon the only peace in the village slumps
Greetings are answered with a hump
White hairs bent in grump
Stiff silence exposes fallen crumb


The glue in the eyelids of the men
Is the fear of her weighty back rein
The poisonous smile and the infectious feign
The wickedness and the steep black pain


Her tingling voice, her semi silver smile
The golden sparkle of her eyes
The vengeful pursuit of her love on the rise
Our king joined! Gambled away our Kingdom and price


All his critic 'he ' rose to enemy
Flatterers became his ally
She asked for the kingdom, he signed folly
Treason! She became our queen in a jiffy!

ROMANTIC GALACTICO

Dreams dreams he said sorrowfully

Melancholic expectations tally

The dose he swallowed dutifully

Hoping all his pains will be washed beautifully



Her daring expectations broke the tears

His turmoil and toil of all those years

Washed in dreams of his dangling fears

His disappointments of his threatening peers



His family spoke reason 'he' spoke understanding

Her family threatened! She went 'loving'

'Romeo' caned in meticulous upbringing

Families battling dangerous 'loving'



The pressure mounted on his hardened emotions

'They' never regretted 'their' actions

straightened in defeat it lead to insurrections

Their families torn in eternal inseparations

Another dream in eternal shores told to gossips

THE PEOPLE.....THE CORRUPTION....

Fisted winds glued his hands

The pounding of his heart and glands

Mired his thoughts of a thousand land

The hanging reprimand



The ancestors in droves have demanded

Account of how we denied their sacrifices

The spirits we bribed! The receipt of their demands!

Dark horses with whitened tougues



The vices and their prices

Valour lost in confidence!

Our believe on the 'apprentice'

Sold their sundry laundry to the solar lattice



Naked with hallowed fist in their hands

Eyes shinning for their dues

Sango and Amadioha revolting with bolts

Threatening whomsoever took their sacrificial oath

THE WARNING

Enough!

Of the lies

Celebration of organised crime

Celebration of misfortunes and misgivings



The chasm screams

At the treasures of the amalgamation stream

Insult and hatred full to the brim

Political parties cooking different steams



Enough!!

This divide gives no food

It threatens our nationhood

This is the painful load



Enough!!!

Let's celebrate heroes over jingoist

Nationalist over nepotic despot

Above all our children for the future

POLITICAL LOOTERS

How can you be so rich?!

And leave us in the gutters!

To grope in the night

And filter the disgust!



How can you be this rich!

And yet our roads are of gold!

Our wealth is your wealth

While we trade on dirty linen



How can you be so rich?

So rich that you urinate gold!

And you eat on precious stones!

While we mould clay for our meals



How. ..how could you be this rich?

This wicked! This selfish?

The tarred roads are mud

While your promises are a million dud!

NATIONAL IDEOLOGY

If this city was built on stone

It shouldn't have fallen to the old bones

Could've stood as an epitome

So that all who passes this way would call ot home



It wasn't built on a true believe

It was raised on 'blood' fire and 'grief'

Who can change the brief?

To people who hope on disbelieve



This city will fall because it stood on ethnic barriers

Ideas of gluttons, dictators and killers

Their commoners are labelled liars!

True citizens known for what they are not...carriers



What builds a city? Stories or ideals?

Are citizens labeled by their leaders deals?

I'm not to be branded for a city's bill

I have to be addressed as a human, not a city's ills

DECEMBER RETARD

You can't break my heart and say you love me

Can't stab me and want to hug me

I love you was your trick to punish me

I know that face...don't humour me



If you love me....hey

You will always obey

And tell me about your day

While we roll on the hay



When you stop loving

You will become demanding

Every word Will be annoying

No matter what i do, you will be complaining



I now know why you stabbed me

Breaking the fringes of pretence

You never loved me....

Making me cry...believing.....

BUSH BURNING

The entwined road told stories

Lovers and enemies on the same lorry

Baring their minds on their foes folly

Their hurt and their machineries



The loudest chirp on the road

Spoke volumes of the goad

The toads spoke endlessly about the load

The empty road dropped on their toes



On the other side the brazen forest

All ash, lost gardens, lost fields

Our myths and superstitious meals

Have been offered in prayers to the gods



The bright burn stained our eyes with blood

while our warriors are banded with hordes

Of bandages, while we settle for a different hut

starting from were we never thought we hurt

CAUGHT IN THE ACT!!!

The young lover smiled at his phone

Simple message....no codes

The hood

His second home



Surprise! He rang the tranquil room

The gloomy faces shared his gloom

Pointed pistol spoke many doom

'Hardened muscles' now weak as a broom



Sit down young man! ''He'' ordered!

I will ask many questions and others

Sit before I murder

Surprise! His fears melted many butters



Are you the one sleeping with my wife? He muttered

The yes clipped a thousand shutters

Romance all lost in the gutter

We all had AIDS! Does it really matter?!



He revealed epic gloom

Stucked glue reveal the shoe

He looked away, frail and lone

Abandoned! He muttered again very slow



The tears spoke many stories

The young lover felt very sorry

He knew at the end of the story

He will be more than sorry!



The story short and precise

He shifted the device

Smiled and told 'him' be wise

In seconds the story became his demise