It’s called selfless love!
The bonds that should exit among them
To care and defend each other
As siblings who carry’s the same cross
And endure the same torments
For the sake of the mother’s blessings
If they hate and betray themselves
What is next?
They were born with a doubt of surviving
Sprinkling the sweat of labor
Looking through the face of the earth
But can’t see a sign of hope
The only thing left for them is agony
While they cried and placed their hands
On the walls for maternal protection
They were disappointed by the ones
They looked up to
Not because the maternal protection
Wasn’t there
But the walls were weak
So they cried a thousand colored tears
Consumed by their sorrows
Not even a drop could quench their
Thirst for redemption
The only thing left for them is agony
So I ask again!
Have you seen their childhood?
The ones who still suck from the mothers
The young are now aged
Because they feel the same pain
As the aged
The only thing left for them is agony!
I was hit with the scourge
They say I am the scourge
That brought pains to them
This keeps me away from them
So at night, I lay awake
Because I am scourged by my conscience
Though, not guilty
I pray for death not to die
I am consumed by their hates
The only one I have is Kate
But I can’t stay in her gate
She is the reason I get the hates
She doesn’t want to tell them who the
Man behind me is
I didn’t fall from the sky
There should be a He
That made me
We stay at the back bench
No one sits next to us
This shouldn’t be in the church
But the elders are the judge
I sink in shame
Not because I wear old shoes
Because they blame my conception
As the cause for grandma’s death
She was one of the elders
She couldn’t stand the shock
So her heart ceased
I can’t make friends
I stay at the peak of loneliness
This is a bizarre situation for a teen
But I can’t kill myself
I need to know the real taste of life
I pray for a Samaritan
To come take this scourge away
And give me the love I have never
Tasted!
It took guts for him to choose it
The society made him pursue it
Under the high pressure of sunset
Without been assured that he would make it
He took the step to maintain his outfit
Obi will never remain a boy
Travelling down the road
He met her
He took her hands and paid the price
They came together and gave a rise
In the shade of his hustle, there she lies
Making meals with the things he earns
The boy is now a man
While the little called him ‘papa’
He worked extra to provide for two
The burden was much
But he never complained
He moves along with his dear beloveds
Just to push their fates to climb the hills
He motivates even when he is down
He provides even when it’s dawn
He deserves to wear the crown
The crown of a hero!
Dance the century away!
The shadow of the past is here
Focus on how to get over it
I know how bruised you were
Watching your infants fed to animals
Your beautiful maidens were made an object
Their pride taken without permission
Your treasures stolen to beautify a strange palace
Your lands taken over by mortals who declared
Themselves Gods
Take it in, but let it go!
Bitter it was for the elders who stood
But couldn’t save the young that pleaded
For their lives and land
They couldn’t defend themselves
They had just tools
But the Gods had weapons
The chances of surviving was tiny
Then, men were reduced to net
Bind hands and legs and thrown into a cave
Take it in, but let it go!
I maintain my words!
The chains are no longer in the hands
But in the minds
The hand is external and was easy to
Overcome
But the mind is internal
It controls the thought
It controls the past
It controls the present
It determines the future
It can’t be easily overcome
Unless the wounds are healed!
To the broken heart I say
Take it in, but let it go!
It’s a seven pretty color
It stands for redemption
We are no more slaves to the masters
But we are still in chains
The chains of segregation and problem
Of same story
We claim to have one ancestor
But it has dawn on me that we
Have much difference
You are meant to teach your children
Morals and truth
That no matter where they go that
Map of moral will lead them
But you raise your hands to take life
Right in their presence
You snatch parents from children of your
Children’s age and watch the ones you’ve made
Orphans weep and raise their voice to
Call on the spirit of peace and equality
Which our mother Africa left before
She joined our ancestors
What will you tell your children when they
Demand for the name of your inhuman act?
If we are truly of the same race as our
Fathers told us
Why make me homeless and turn me into
A mess in my hides
If you chase me out of the land I originated
From
What right do I have left?
The land is ours, but the house is yours
Our difference is language but you are
Forever my brother
Put down your sword let’s make peace
Console the heart of the children you’ve
Made orphan
Console the heart of mothers you’ve made
Childless
They itch their ears every moment to hear the
The voice of their children coming home to
Give them the reward of their hard work
All of these you’ve turned into mourning and
Bitterness
Don’t forget that Africa is a woman!
Turn down the volume of your radio
Love speaks no language
Hit me with the music of trust
Then, I will Dance to the tune of ‘we are one’
I don’t know WA, ZO or BIA
But I know ‘’to serve our fathers land
With love and strength and faith”
Please sir! I work for you not my tribe!
Mirror! mirror on the wall!
I’m in love with the prettiest girl
Who wears a diamond ring
Here I am facing her soldier father
Who point a gun on me
Please don’t shoot me sir!
I don’t understand what you speak
But, what I have for your daughter
Has no language
I pray you give me your blessings
And show me your mercy
For I really care for the one I fancy
Please don’t make me fall dizzy
I’m already going crazy
For her on true beauty!
Come on darling!
We are good to go
All we need is to be compatible
And make understanding our breakfast
Then we will have peace for dinner
Listen to me and not my language
What I have for you is;
L. O. V. E
Tribe can’t kill that
Please! Can we have this last dance in the rain?
Memories are special gifts that numbers
Our special times with people we can’t forget!
Kene hates it when I say this
Does it mean memories are not special?
He does have ugly part of his life he fails
To unfold
He should have listened to the warning bells
Now, Good Friday has been baptized to bad Friday
Head strong kene!
Put aside your bitterness let’s talk business
Ije died in your arms
It wasn’t your fault but you haven’t
Reconciled with your present
Adjust your story line
Then memories will be appeased!
Are you sleeping all night long?
Evening bells are ringing
It’s ding! Ding! Dong!
Kedu ihe ina eme onwe gi?
Let ije ride with the rights
It’s neither a fairy tale nor a dream world
You played your duty as a big brother
Nna! Well done!
Just grant her permission to RIP
Let lights guide her ways
No one spoke sad tales when she was close!
Tell me more about ije!
I learnt she’s a happy girl
You twice saved her when she was 9
Your name was the first word she spoke
As a child
She loved it when you danced while cooking
You made her, her first kite
Read that page in your diary that talks
About her major awards at school
That was to your glory
You were her hero
No more stories!
Come on kene!
Unfold this part of happy memories to
Erase the sad
Forgive your guilt
Throw flowers to beautify your ugly past
Then, ije will go on!
It’s been a long day without you
My friend
I will tell you about it when I see you again
Light a candle and make a nice dinner
Because I’m coming home
Tell the world what is new about me
I lost that part of me called focus
I thought I could run away from my shadow
I’ve being trying to abscond from my real quest
But reality is an expensive game to mess with
No matter how far I run
I still find myself in the center which
I’m to hold
Things must not fall apart
I can’t change what I am
I can only play with my time
Take a pause and look through the window
You will see me the prodigal coming home
To face my life quest!
Long time ago!
I was that boy who never believed
In him self
I never tried anything new because
I was afraid to fail
I underestimated my capability and
Neglected my value
No one saw me useful because
I saw myself useless
I ran away from my fears
That’s the coward part of my race
No one can change me but me!
I’m coming home!
Not to run again
I have defeated that part of me called fear
I’ve paid the price for my quest
I now accept myself for who I am
I count my success not my failure
I am now a bright star shining up above
Like a diamond in the sky
I’m a hero not a zero!
Can there be a rumor of war
Without An atom of truth?
For the negligent is never pardoned
When the dance of war is aroused.
Can the rain fall from the sky
Without wetting the ground?
What a master mind of reality.
How can the infant grow to be young
And not ageing to be old?
God indeed is the creator of the universe.
Ignorant! Ignorant! Ignorant!
How foolish you are.
Pretending to be the night
While the sun is out.
Framed by imagination without considering
The fair truth.
Justice is really in the courtyard of freedom.
Many years ago I was a soldier
Trying to run away from my shadow
But still caught around my fears
How then did I not escape my race?
Hmmm! Destiny can only be time extended
But can never be erased.
Waking up to a new day is a good morning
Sleeping over a vision is a farewell.
Broken heart could be mended
Million miles could be reached
But a time passed cannot be brought back.
The earth is nothing but dust
Born with luxury or with lack
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