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  • PoetryPhoto of Who Is The Victim?

    Who Is The Victim?

    We’re not victims Even though our necks Are tied to facts That were fanged By the rootless predator. We’re not victims When our farmlands Are razed off with famine And…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Antidote

    Antidote

    Dear Mother Earth, Have you slept Or seen peace Within walls of your chamber? Can I clean your windows For the invisible hand To write peace On their reflecting glory?…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Agbomma

    Agbomma

    Seasoned on our lips And in the imageries That crafted beauty In the soul of sight Is Agbomma. The droplet of light Follows the path The ebony planted On an…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Before I Die; Read

    Before I Die; Read

    I emptied every street Within the jurisdiction Of my heart. I’ve sang into the sky With the skylark And lettered Each note Your hairs. Dreams are perpendicular thoughts And realities…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Nailed to Tradition

    Nailed to Tradition

    Nna, I have held The fortified city Beautifully balled on the chest That wears the mermaid beauty. I’m a victim of this tradition: I’m an outcast Singing the beauty of…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Days Are Not Dazed

    Days Are Not Dazed

    I’ve heard the endless Possessing sound of ikoro: I’ve seen spirits Crowd the markets of Nkwo. Days are not dazed With deities mounting up The seats of Africa; It’s just…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Awaiting Lightsout

    Awaiting Lightsout

    We’re more than a shred Fallen from an iroko. In where we’re left To suck the suckles Of nipped succulent nature, Sucking beauty off From creation As a tizzy suckling;…

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  • MusingsPhoto of It Drummed Doom

    It Drummed Doom

    We’re bothered; Our borders are filled up With masquerades. They’re not friendly And their eyes Are fired up with revenge. Our fathers Have drummed doom To doom our already doomed…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Mocking the Light

    Mocking the Light

    When you find God Boldly written on a black skin Full of effulgence and gorgeousness; Sing your silence for the darkest part Of human creation. When you find a black…

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  • Micro PoetryPhoto of Social Distance

    Social Distance

    This love is an oxymoron That has held me thinking On why I should be socially distant From the ones so dear to me. This life is ironic When I…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Frenemies

    Frenemies

    We’re friends; We’re staggering butterflies Moving time forward and backward In nebulous aspirations and dreams. The tree of our memory Has crossed the fence of time To hang on our…

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  • MusingsPhoto of I’m Not A Poet

    I’m Not A Poet

    I’m not a poet, I’m so pained to be one. I’m not a poet Because poetry is a religion. I’m not a poet When I traveled six feet To resurrect…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Equipoise

    Equipoise

    Published after death Are antiques crafted From the jewels of our souls. When hues of culture Ravish on our uncultured identity To mock our cultural shards; The ashes of our…

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  • PoetryPhoto of What?

    What?

    Our love has been tested And found counting clusters Of galactic days Dazing from restless roof Made of raffia. Our birthrights have been dumped On the sand thorny bushes Designed…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Temple of Tranquility

    Temple of Tranquility

    All cultures leave on landscape With splashing songs The beautiful breath Touching the rivers, The boisterous populace And the animals. All rituals are scented With the communion of needs Hanging…

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  • MusingsPhoto of When Motherhood Fades

    When Motherhood Fades

    When our heels are on hills And children outnumbering The stars voicing through rays To twinkle off joys of motherhood; The kitchen is deified With the aromatic Smell of love.…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Nkwọdịmma

    Nkwọdịmma

    Your breath is the cool company Breezed by your nostrils Into my habitat For fantasy. Nkwọdịmma, Stars are read From each cowry That chronicled your firmament. Astrologers lost vision When…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Our Island

    Our Island

    Cry if you can, There’s an empty drum To house your oceanic tears That falls like rainfall In the heart of harmattan. Our wines have been infested By those who…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Betrayal

    Betrayal

    I came to the mouth of the river With a spade, a knife and you To stare at the boats Quivering at the silent walk of water Journeying friendship into…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Iruka

    Iruka

    Iruka, I’ve seen the seven wonders of the world And have traveled with map To view the Tower of Babel But never have I imagined The Hanging Garden of Babylon.…

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