IT WON’T GO AWAY

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IT WON’T GO AWAY

It wasn’t so humorous

When all I see is your silhouette

Taking careful steps towards my reach

Each stride reminded me of pauses

Like that of an unfinished note, the ellipsis;

 

You came into my fastidious life

Like the congregating soft rain in August

On a quest to soothe my towering pain

You vowed and strained all the way

To bring the distant sunshine to my face

 

How can I forget you?

How can I not remember you who ploughed my garden?

You who planted seeds in me that never sprouted

How can I forget the hands that closed my doors?

How can I not remember that stormy day too?

 

For sure, we fought well

We loved hard, we did, but

The cracks in our hearts gave way…

 

No such memory would go away…

 

© Neofloetry

1/11/2018

6:38am

 

Photo credit: “modern love” http://www.nytimes.com

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OCD (Clean Jane)

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OCD (Clean Jane)

OCD (Clean Jane)

This is how it started

This is how it all started

I am not startled

A-r-r-a-n-g-e

Rearrange

Arrange

R-e-a-r-r-a-n-g-e

I am here

I am there

I am walking forward

Backward

Forward

All this is in my head

This is ALL IN MY HEAD

This is how it started

All these must me p-e-r-f-e-c-t

Compulsory

I am not sorry

Kitchen; spotless

Clean

I have to check again. Please

Table mats; colors match!

Oh dear, I see a patch

Clean

Clean

CLEAN

I am walking forward

I have to walk backward

Door; shut

I am looking at my shoe rack

They need me back…

R-E-A-R-R-A-N-G-E

©Neofloetry

PORT HARCOURT: PHLS SLAM POETRY JUDGES UNVEILED

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PORT HARCOURT: PHLS SLAM POETRY JUDGES UNVEILED

PORT HARCOURT HOSTS NIGERIA’S BIGGEST SLAM

As part of its ongoing literary engagements, the Port Harcourt Literary Society will host, arguably, Nigeria’s biggest Poetry Slam this month.

And the Society has unveiled four award-winning and distinguished Nigerian poets as judges for the Slam, scheduled to hold in Port Harcourt on May 25.

They are Efe Paul Azino, curator of the highly successful Lagos International Poetry Festival whose recent project was the brilliant Heritage Bank advertisement, and Andrew Patience, spoken word Amazon and one of the founders of the impressive Custodians of African Literature, based in Jos, Plateau State.

Others are Obii Ifejika, winner of Nigeria’s first ever slam, and multi award winner and slam poetry master, Graciano Enwerem.

Chairman of the Slam committee, Edwina Aleme, says the Slam is already receiving entries from around Nigeria, promising to bring some if the best of Nigerian spoken word poets to the Garden City.

The PHLS Poetry Slam, the first major poetry competition in the Niger Delta region, promises it’s winner a whopping N100,000.00. The runner-up will take home N75,000.00, while the second runner-up will receive N50,000.00. A fourth prize, the first of its kind in Nigeria, worth N25,000.00, will go to a winner among secondary school entrants who have benefited from the Society’s PHLS-LIFT (Literature for Teens) programme.

“This is in line with our objective with PHLS-LIFT to nurture a new generation of spoken word poets in Port Harcourt and the Niger Delta,” Aleme says, “so that we help create a new narrative that our youths are not militants. We are a society of brilliant young people and the world needs to hear our voices.”

 

JUDGES:

EFE PAUL AZINO, is a Nigerian writer, performance artist and poet. He is the founder and director of the Lagos International Poetry Festival, and the director of poetry at the annual Lagos Book and Art Festival. Azino has featured in a number of local and international poetry events and is a fellow of the Osiwa Poetry Residency…

ANDREW PATIENCE FINYE, known as AP, is one of the leading voices in creative spoken word poetry in Nigeria, with a debut spoken word album ‘I Am’ to her credit. She is the founder of Custodians of African Literature (COAL), a platform that promotes African writers and their writings. AP is also a broadcaster and media personality based in Jos, Nigeria…

GRACIANO ENWEREM (Sir Grrraciano) is a poet, writer, teacher and media consultant. A graduate of English and Literary Studies. He’s the winner of War of Words (Season 3), YOUPoetry Slam, War of Words Online Slam 1 and other prizes. Cofounder, Figures of Speech movement (FOS), the first online creative group on Whatsapp…

OBII IFEJIKA is a story-teller who made her debut in Spoken word at the maiden edition of Bassey Ikpi’s National Poetry Slam, where she was crowned Slam Champion in October 2012. She has performed in several poetry events such as the maiden edition of the NIBRA Awards, Wole Soyinka’s 80th birthday celebration and at the Theater Expedition Metropolis, Germany.

 

*How to enter:

Just send a 1 or 2 mins video of you performing a poem to literaryevening1@gmail.com . Entry closes on the 20th of May by 12 noon. Send the mini version on Instagram, then follow and tag @phls_openmic with hashtag #phlsslampoetry. All chosen 15 finalists will be contacted via email before 12 midnight on same day.

STAYING AWAKE (This Is America… Or the Black nation?

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STAYING AWAKE (This Is America… Or the Black nation?

For many years, I have been one individual whose adrenaline pumps when I come in contact with controversial hidden messages in any work of art. I always do not let go, but tend to take a bite at the information I gather, then get pretty excited; just like what I recently came across on Instagram. The moment I saw that fifty-nine seconds clip; I drove myself to find what I can gather on Youtube. I was in awe at first, then I began to decode a few hidden significant meanings from first view.

Today, I am here to yap a little bit about Donald McKinley Glover Jr.  also known as Childish Gambino. He is an American actor (major Character in the TV series- Atlanta), comedian, writer, director, producer, singer, songwriter, rapper, and of course a DJ. He strikes me as an eccentric character, and that is what has drawn me to him. He is different, and filled with a lot of information like the ‘awakened ones’.

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So, I have finally watched Childish Gambino’s THIS IS AMERICA up to 4 times or so, and I am still gathering information from the hidden meanings:

First my attention goes to the font in rage italic style this is America, and black background which shows its rough textured edge, from his shirtless body, grey confederate uniform pants, the yellow shoes, the eye-pop and Jim Crow pose, the first close range shot fired the guy whose head is shrouded in white and playing a guitar (this could be Richie Haven who improvised the song ‘Freedom’. It could that the black community’s cry for freedom may have been shot while they aren’t looking), the scarlet piece of clothe and maroon chair, the dancing students in grey and white (young people following his every step), and the masked people with their mobile phones (celly: a form of mind or social incarceration) that’s considered a weapon or tool and typing away their time and recording the chaos, the warehouse-like environment which also might look like a cell, the white and brown chickens (lily livered individuals who are not able to do anything, but just eat and watch) , the grey horse its rider and the police car towing behind it (a symbol of the apocalypse according to Revelation 6:8), the chaos in the background, the gayish mannerisms in his solo exaggerated dance steps, the gwara gwara dance in connection with South Africa… The struggle continues – apartheid? (embedded within too is a one-time popular shaku shaku Nigerian dance style… lol), the sneaking in to a church and shooting at the entire choir or students (the Charleston church shooting), the repeated verse “black man, get your money…” (entertainment and distraction), his hair shaped like the map of Africa (black man/racism), the guy that was thrown down from the first floor (murder), the circle dance (occult), the female voice in shrieking screams (continuous tears and pain), the daze mode and marijuana smoking, the dance step on the old model car, the chase in the end (payback time or an overwhelming situation that causes one to run from the problem without confrontation…?)

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What could these statements mean…?

 

“This is America. Don’t catch you slippin’ up” – Staying awake to the happenings?

“Look at what I am whippin’ up…” – Gun violence?

“Police be trippin now. woo!” – Police brutality

“This is America; look how I am kinky now. I am so pretty” – the black nation, and focus on beauty

“on the Benz, on the Benz, on the Benz. contraband, contraband, contraband” – Stagnation

“Girl you got me shaking… shaking the frame” – America in an uncontrolled state of chaos

I think this entire video is portraying the black struggle stage in which America has come from, especially with the recent gun violence, which is very much prevalent at this level in its society. What happens when you have access to a gun and you are the bad guy? A lot of things will go wrong. There will be murder rates going on the rise at all times. This might also be the major reason for the ‘Gun control’ advocacy.

I believe Childish Gambino has succeeded in awakening the inner mind of America as a unifying, yet divided body. Like I always say, “America is a country that eats its own.” several thousands of miles back here, as other black Africans, we may not understand that there is gross porosity that has made this nation a ‘danger zone’ (not that I don’t like America, I do) for many who are in dwellers. The black community suffers this the most because there is the ability to be distracted by everything that that has been happening, especially the crave for fame in the entertainment industry, the crave for money, the excitement of gun carrying signature, etc.

In line with what popular Nigerian Afrobeats King- Fela Anikolapo Kuti said in his song “zombie o, zombie”, “suffering and smiling”, and one of Nigeria’s foremost lyricists- Modenine, stating this kind of distraction as the “happy feet syndrome”. I know these examples might sound a bit bland, but these quickly come to mind for me. On the other hand, I also think popular culture has played a major role at damaging the core of the society (mainstream media), and those who are most adaptive to this kind of culture are the young people who for some absolute naive reason are ultimately clueless of what’s going on, and the detrimental effect of being ‘zombie-like’ to ‘OBEYing’ everything damaging that comes to them. For example, there is a fight somewhere, and phones are whipped out of their pockets to take pictures or record without doing the right thing… Well, you might say “that isn’t supposed to be my problem. What if I get injured in the process?” I’d leave that to your conscience to answer.

I am not here to criticize any society or anyone, but it is just the obvious that has caused an awakening. You might say “well… that’s America.”, but trust me, we need a lot of Childish Gambinos in the world to awaken us from our slumber. Nigeria is also in a place where we need to remain AWAKE 24 hours round the clock. How much information do you know about your environment, community or nation? The world is sleeping, and so is the entire black nation. Some are awake, but not all are WIDE AWAKE! Man know thyself.

There are lots of ‘adlib’ distraction techniques in this song and in the world today. STAY AWAKE!!!

 

(c) Edwina Amakievi Aleme

 

Watch the original video here: https://youtu.be/VYOjWnS4cMY

Watch the SNL stage performance here: https://youtu.be/m1xkLqd1wdU

Poet of the week: Victoria ‘blaq ink’ Botimi

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Poet of the week: Victoria ‘blaq ink’ Botimi

Hello friends, it’s a brand new week, and nothing gets me more excited than having to take time out to celebrate and encourage people in their chosen field of art. I will not consider myself a life coach, but I enjoy calling out the best from every individual that crosses my pathway in the course of their life’s journey.

Today, I will be featuring a young, shy but vibrant spokenword poet. Hol’ up! Let me fill you in from my ‘story bank’. The first time I met her, sometime last year, she struck me as a very intelligent young lady. I made an attempt to scan her, (which is my attitude whenever I am meeting someone for the first time). I loved the slightly loose vintage shirt and and skinny faded blue jeans she had on. The brightness of her face matched the yellow, green and orangey floral scarf she beautifully wrapped on her head. Somehow, I knew I have made another interesting friend.

Several times I had tried to drag her to the forefront to perform her poems without fear on stage, but today, she is one bold kitty before the microphone and prying eyes of the audience.

Botimi Victoria whose alias/pen name is Blaq ink, is a freelance writer, and a poetic member of the “INKERS BREED’. Born in the month of July 30, 1996 in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. She is a Public Health graduate of Madonna University, Elele (2016). She lives in Port Harcourt, Rivers state. She is also considered a spokenword poet, and has graced several platforms with her thought provoking poems on dating and relationship struggles of young people her age. Currently, Victoria is a Social and Health volunteer, and a strong believer that anyone can be what they want to be in this world. Her all-time favorite slogan is “be you!”

Do enjoy reading her poem below.

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KONJITIONSHIP
I saw love, or… so I thought
I drank endlessly from its’ depth, yet unsatisfied:
It was sweet, then, salty.

I felt it, then lost it, maybe It was never mine for keeps

But, I could swear it was in every moment we spent together,

irrespective of the distance between our geographical location…
It was in those fights we had that led me right back into your arms,

sweating and panting after sessions of painful, yet pleasurable body wrestles

So, while you walked down the aisle with her, I was basking in pure reminiscence

it all seemed so real, but all a floating mirage above like tired clouds…

Those times under the bed sheet, when we pulled off sheets

put in shit and pull out shit in dark places our eyes couldn’t see;

leaving us to our sixth sense.

Those moments you whispered you couldn’t ‘live’ without me,

because I was your ‘cure’, did you actually mean that I was ‘the cure’ to your Marvin Gaye disease?
Did you mean i was your resuscitation nurse, call me a sexual healer…?
‘Cause as I speak emotional gibberish, I watch you live on, even though you died in me.
When you said that I was ‘the one’, Did you mean that I was just one,

plus the others you had locked in to your side?
This left me counting time on this table, multiplying the number of times you told me this love is able, yet you left me… like broken turntable; a broken lyric note…

As they say, “this table you’re shaking has a lot of Nigerian kings on it”,
but, i will shake this table shaking it till they all fall off like wilted leaves;
their spirits fleeing the sight ’cause my heart stopped beating in sync with yours…
I felt the konjition you put me, now i have lost it;
Maybe, you, all to myself was never mine for keeps…

©blaq ink

 

*Conji or Konji (congeal) is a well known Nigeria pidgin slang word for being left alone for long without sexual relations.

THE DAY JACK LET JILL TUMBLE DOWNHILL

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THE DAY JACK LET JILL TUMBLE DOWNHILL

There are certain things that are better left unsaid when you are trying to get up the ‘dating relationship’ hill, with your pail full of joy and laughter, and all of a sudden you come tumbling down like Jill falling right along behind Jack, spilling off the liquid content you fetched from the well of friendship. That… will be… the very thing… that can open your eyes… if you do not shut them tightly because of the pain you feel on your knee cap. At that moment if you look closely, you will catch a glimpse of Jack trying to gain his balance and taking steps back up the hill without bothering if he broke his crown for your sake or if you are still tumbling downhill. While doing so, he is scouting for another to take uphill again… How weird is that?

*This analogy above happens every now and again when there is a little ‘scratch’ between friends or dating relationships.*

Have you ever found yourself being in a friendship relationship with someone you thought you were extremely close to, and just at the strike of some slight argument, you are left hanging like you never existed in the first place, then all the emotions come rushing in like pain assembling to awaken the fresh bruise you just had from falling? The questioning of friendship begins to jet back at you. You begin to have series of ‘self-blaming’ episodes, and why you shouldn’t have responded with an answer to a question you thought was not relevant at that moment.

I have had the opportunity to listen to fellow ladies or even guys reiterate these experiences, and I couldn’t help but wonder why things have to be that way, after all the sweet cementing of friendship, then comes a demon with the hammer to break off the sealing that has lasted for months or in most cases, years. That seems to be the problem these days with many.

There are too many questions that come to your mind, especially when it is observed by you or your partner that there are ‘several’ individuals in the background that both of you fall back on as a ‘backup plan’, without a feeling of remorse when something goes wrong. I mean, I am being real here. There are many guys and ladies who have turned into ‘hunters’, prowling, and establishing ‘relationships’ when they are in fact in a relationship that’s growing (this is what makes it easier for ‘Jack to step back up the hill, not minding if Jill is still tumbling downhill’). Whatever happened to true friendship?

Two mature adults… scratch that… two mature and reasonably sane adults should be able to communicate properly without all the blame game drama. Take for instance, if I create an environment where an unhealthy argument happens, I should be able to apologize and take responsibility for my said words that may have sparked that fire, and my partner should be able to do the same without any misguided sentiments. In fact, many will even choose to dish out the ‘silent treatment’ if they feel obligated to do so, thereby seeing themselves as the ‘not guilty’ one. Now, that’s some over-sentimental-emotional-torture-bullcrap! In my own open-minded and unbiased opinion, that’s gross irresponsibility!

Now, my major questions are:

  • Why can’t a reasonable adult point out another’s fault without having a hidden motives behind that action?
  • What happened the vow of friendship without selfish and egotistic sentiments?
  • Is apologizing without causing further problems with honest questions a crime to shut out your partner?
  • Why do many, especially guys dish out the ‘emotional torture’ and ‘silent treatment’ tactics to get back at their partner for faltering when in fact they just want out?

There are too many questions to ask, but it only takes someone with common sense and wisdom to be able to handle such a situation without turning anthills into hard rock mountains.

I have had my own fair share of these kinds of experiences, but how you deal with it without ‘self-blame’ or blaming your partner, and moving on with your life is what makes all the difference, especially when the guy or lady in question have several ‘open options’ to choose from. Jill, in this case, should not get uptight when she finds herself at the bottom of the hill, she should just get up, dust the dirt off her dress, pick up her pail and walk back home, with thankfulness in her heart. There are many unhealthy relationships out there in the world. What did Jack and Jill sign up for? This is all a stereotypical vicious cycle…

 

N/B: Jack could be a lady, and Jill, a guy. It all depends on which gender the arrow points to. By the way this Jack and Jill nursery rhyme has some sexual connotations in it… Lmao

 

Photo Credit: http://www.flatironchurch.com

KINGDOM COME

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KINGDOM COME

I could write you as lines of poetry

Racing through generations of untimely feats won

at the feet of self-discovery;

a journey not taken on unsure islands

yet, taken to explore your many side like stanzas of a poem

As the laid out canvases of an artists’ finest works

hung on the walls of your forming days

growing up like abstracts interjecting time,

and spreading your wings; jutting into the sky

gazing at the clouds, and ignoring the grey chunks;

Each definite arrangement; deliberate contours

calling for your attention.

You see them as smoke screens; like fog

willing to make you born again into the hands of the racing clock

Your wings are spread wide

You taking leaping soaring steps like Mario; super

Like a young eagle learning to fly

Learning at your master’s feet; yourself

who’s teaching you to fly with wisdom in your belly

across valleys, and above mountains

Still, you are flying, but with grace’s locket around your neck

This isn’t the first time she kissed your cheek

She promised you more at every flight

Your feathers are flapping through

wadding through each memorable skyline,

like the paddles of a canoe;

arms spread wide, waving at the smile that the ocean

shares with the clear blue sky.

Each dip you take reminds one of baptism; newness

Now your time has come, with your hands clasped,

like a prayer of atonement to the heavens…

Even though the sky be grey,

yes, be it for a season; a period of showers

it will be like angels assembling crying for joy, and

welcoming your announced feat

that time you planted your feet, and set to fly

like the bird that you are, soaring;

cutting through the mirrored blue sky

and the heavens applauding as your kingdom come.

 

© Neofloetry

12:45am

23/04/18

 

Photo Credit: http://www.dreamstime.com

MY AFRICA… THE GODDESS OF THE SUN AND STARS

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MY AFRICA… THE GODDESS OF THE SUN AND STARS

This Friday, i decided to feature a friend who i think his written piece is worth reading and paid full attention to. He is a Civil Engineer, and his assertiveness is what makes this work stand out for me. Read on…

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Many times I’ve tried to figure out this continent or at least lay a handle on the reality of this continent. Each time, I come out blank and I wonder what’s really driving us so insane.

“Africa is just like one stubborn child in whom so many people see potentials, but who constantly set herself on self destruct mode….”

I have a feeling that this continent is still the architect of its own woes…. Take a look at what happened during slavery. We keep blaming the white man.
*But have you ever stopped to ask yourself who sold the slaves to the white man?
*Have you wondered who helped them hunt for these slaves?
*Have you asked who set up markets where our own brothers and sisters were sold?

Real talk:
*Our fathers and warriors sold us for mirrors, beads and snuff.
*Our fathers were dumb and stupid and let the visitors play to their greed.

Well, for a moment, Africa survived individual slavery, and from within us countries were born. But did we learn anyTin?…. Oohh NO!! I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.

A few voices of reason rose thereafter and cried out to us all. Those voices of heroes in our minds. Our Nelson Mandela, Nnamdi Azikiwe, Fela Kuti, and our Living legend Wole Soyinka etc. That to mention but a few. You know them, as I am not much of a historian. These men led us and drove us into a great continent. We united and struggled together. We fought the apartheid and xenophobia all together to this point.

Then, like that same stubborn child we went into self-destruct mode again. Civil wars broke. We killed our own flesh and blood for land and money. The smart ones used the weak ones to fight for their selfish desires. Our leaders got power drunk.

Then came the realization that Africa is rich with minerals and oil and food and wild life. But just as if our forefathers and warriors were reincarnated into new men. They started selling not just slaves as people this time. They sold our entire continent to their own greed. For just a few dollars our livelihood was sold.

Want to know how? The biggest companies in the different industries in Africa are owned by the white man. Now, my question is…
*Who sold these to them?
*Who brought them back?
“Its the rat at home that told the bush rat about the master’s fish.”

This is the latest form of slavery. The slavery of nations. Today we are no longer dragged off in chains to the white man’s land. Today we are made to work in our own fields. Today we are slaving in our own land. Today we are even slaves to our own brothers and sisters…

Oh, now I know u want to start blaming the white man. Don’t even go there. That’s always our problem. We are always looking for who to blame so that we have excuse to pick up guns and knives. (These are just businessmen doing business. So don’t blame them). Here is the icebreaker;
*We are the architect of our own woes.
*We called them

This is where we are right now. We are at that point in our animal lives where the food seems so little and we kill each other to have what’s left. All because nobody wants to think of how to make the next harvest plentiful. Everybody wants to have more than others. Almost every African nation now is at war.

I am afraid that point has come again. This time we aren’t going to fight with guns, knives and bombs. Africa needs just a few people. A few heroes and heroins. Men and women who can think and save us from ourselves. Men and women who are Willing to make sacrifices to save us.

If u are reading this and you do not have it in your mind to be a ‘hero’ for Africa, then I will tell you this “You are part of our problem”

If you cannot reject a few dollars to make good choices for the benefit of our unborn children “You are part of our problem”

If you still do not wake up every morning and stay up late at night, thinking of ways to make this nation better “You are part of our problem”

If you cannot remove yourself from the “Get rich quick syndrome”. I assure you that “You are part of our problem”

If you still do not see a fellow African from Kenya, Ghana, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Guinea, Chad, Nigeria, etc, as your own brother and sister “You are part of our problem”

If even within a Nation like Nigeria, u still discriminate between tribes like Hausa, Igbo and Yoruba “You are part of our problem”

If the a young man or woman born in South Africa (white or black) still have issues with race and tribe “You are part of our problem”

If you take bribes, oppress and cover up robbery and corruption “You are part of our problem”.

The time has come for just a few men and women to come together and make a decision for this nation. Time has come for those foreigners doing business in our nations to genuinely decide to be part of us and help us grow.

This is the point were our movie industries should wake up and change the kind of things they show our children. For we want to hide part of our history from our children till they are old enough to see what type of monster we turned this continent into. We need to show them through our works and writings that heroes are born in them. We need to show them that all they need is happiness and that the wealth in the world can be theirs for decades.

Time has come for us to build a nation where our children can choose not to go to Harvard and still make great people. Time has come when our children should graduate from their choice Universities have decent jobs, without being tagged “lazy” or “unemployed”.

Time has come when we can build our own retirement plans and know that we do not have to worry in case we die and leave our children in the hands of mother Africa.

Time has come to stop pretending its none of our business
*Will you start finking. Will u do what Abraham Lincoln did for the United states.
*Will you risk staying behind bars for many years just for your people’s freedom like Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela ‘Madiba’ did for South Africa?
*Will you be the one to sing the kind of ‘conscious’ and ‘national awareness’ songs Fela Anikolapo Kuti sang?
*Will you be the next great African writer like Chinua Achebe, the author of Things Fall Apart?
*Will you surrender your guns and knives and start looking for ways to save lives instead?
*Will you be the next man that will betray, and sell this entire continent completely to get just mirrors and snuff…?

I think, i have said enough to awaken my brothers and sisters. Let’s look inwards to bring forth the best for our beloved continent- Africa. She is my Africa. She is your Africa…

I call her ‘the goddess of the sun’, because the sun rises and sets on the planes of its lush and vast land of plenty. Africa is greatly blessed beyond man’s imagination. We are within her as the countless stars. Let’s not dim her light.

 

(c)Engr. Udochukwu Onuegbu Eric

 

Photo Credit: http://www.globalresearch.ca

 

ONCE UPON A BIG BROTHER

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ONCE UPON A BIG BROTHER
Once upon a time
A big brother was born
He grew so fast with time
To share his love for the dime
He called a friend or two
To start a reality show
They set it off for sure
Now it is time to blow

The news went around town
Many did come to drown
To join in this train of scenes
Shown on our TV screens
Twenty did join at last
To feed us some drama
It didn’t take too long
For pairing to go on

Love for sure did take root
In hearts of the housemates
It looked all cozy and fine
At least no one got the boot
First week and some did pass
Tasks and scores written on slates
Winners sure did trespass
On toes now there’s strife

A sea, see, it’s boisterous
Welling up to sink some ships
Big brother, this is disastrous
Please do bring this ship to shore
she’s sailed and won some cheers
through fighting some selfish wars
fifteen are home winning crowns
and five more still to go


Big brother is too grown
More fights and taunts to come
I'm sure the time's so right
For one to win this prize...


(c)Neofloetry