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


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!





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!



The Judge


It’s a friendly world indeed!

Of a truth it’s a free world!

But why are there many enemies

Than friends?

The lawyers are there

Why are there high injustices?

If the soldiers are there to defend

Why shouldn’t there be war?

Every failure is part of life’s struggle.

It’s the understanding of our experience

That tells our greatness.

Can anyone number the drops of rain

From the sky?

Why do weak humans count mistake?


If evil was never created

Who then can tell the difference

Between good and bad?

Surely the earth is engaged with nothing.

Worries are times when the mind is paid

For a job not well done.

No task is accomplished without hard work.



criticized but not victimized


Though I thought I am a coward

But I still see myself to be brave

I stand like the man

On the mirror.


I have been criticized

But not victimized!

I pursue my fear like a lion

For a new courage is born.


I put on my face

The mask of challenge

To triumph with glory

For I am encouraged

To encourage.


I uphold the honor of

The due and

Acknowledge the esteem of

The humbled.


Dignified or disqualified

To my acquaintances

I was criticized but

Not victimized.


If only they would look at their faces
To know how they feel!
If only they would listen and hear them speak!
If only they will give them a chance to learn!
If only they would make it known to them
That suffering isn’t inherited!
If only they would see them lying helpless
And offer a hand to help!
If only they would see their poor children
Die right in front of them because no one
Agreed to save them!
If only they would let them have a drop to
Quench their thirst!
Then, nature wouldn’t have been

How can they not look when they
Have eyes?
How can they not smile when they
Have lips?
How can they not eat when they
Have mouth?
How can they not die when you
Are killing them?
How can they speak when you
Have made them mute?
How can they not cry when you hit them?
How can they grow since nature
Has Been Intertwined?

Don’t call them poor if you can’t help!
Don’t call them thieves while you starve
Don’t call them dirty if you can’t bath them!
Don’t call them illiterate since you’ve
Refused to educate them!
Don’t call them naked if you can’t clothe
Don’t shot them up while you mistreat
Don’t call them careless if you can’t watch
Over them!
Let them have their peace.
The misery is here because
Nature has been intertwined!

My confession


Bless me father for I have sinned!

No wait! Someone tell me, how do I

Begin this serious dirty confession?

Let me start with bless me father.

Can he hear me, can he see me?

I mean the priest that am about

To make this serious confession to.

Someone please teach me how to

Start with these dirty words that hurt.

Can he listen to me without trying to

Strike my evil past actions that haunts

Me now and may be forever?

This is my confession!


Bless me father for I have sinned!

Is that not supposed to be the first thing

To say before a priest during confession?

Oh no! I have lost my voice and words

To the air for I am now speechless.

Can someone help me confess my sins?

Is that possible in confession?

The weight of my words is pulling me

Down But I don’t want to sink,

that is why I have a confession to make,

to say and Not to save my sins for I may perish.

This is my confession!


Bless me father for I have sinned!

I just have to say this now, others are

Waiting to confess their sins too.

Bless me father for I have sinned!

I am the murderer who murdered your

Mother on a Monday morning!

Did I just speak aloud to the son of the

Woman I murdered?

What is next? What is new? What is This?

The silence is now very obvious

And I anxiously want to know the worst part

Of my dirty confession to the son of the woman

I murder on a Monday morning.

He now knows the dirty person

Before him and he can’t say a word.

This is the saddest part of my confession

With deep regret I cry without tears.

Is that supposed to be me being sorry

For my dirty actions or I fear the

Reactions of the son of the woman I

Murdered on a Monday morning?

This is my ugly confession!


Bless me father for I have sinned!

And now is time for my penance

But the priest is still silent.

Who will absolve me from my sins

With the sign of the cross?

But then he looked up to me without

Giving me my penance and said;

Your sins are forgiven!








Mother oh sweet mother!

what price will be paid to reward you?

like a shepherd of hills

you watched me grow.

sleepless night you had those previous

years because of me.


Not even the ornaments of gold

Can afford your good work.

All my mission, my vision,my effort,

Determination towards accomplishment

And the strength of my honor

I owe them to you mother.


even when time pass and fly

I will still have you as mother

And guardian,

For you are my super hero woman.

I remember the toughest time of trouble

And sorrow,

Mother you gave me courage.

the most difficult and complicated times

you stood by me mother.

Mother! you are my super hero woman!



The oldest among us!

Do they fear at the thought of death?

Do they shrink when summoned by the earth for a brief meeting?

Which one among the oldest wasn’t     informed about the meeting day?

Will they give excuses not to attend the meeting?

Whether they go to the meeting or not

The meeting must be held.


The youth among us!

Do they go about making troubles or making plans?

Were they informed that

This is the age of manifestation?

After the oldest attend the meeting

Who will be the next?

Does the damsel’s cat walk just to seduce the moment?

Beauty is just a picture.

Mothers should have informed maddens about the payback time.


The infant among us!

Do you just suck the mothers Brest?

Without knowing you will be sucked some day?

Do you cry all day to distract the

Work of a whole day?

If parent don’t work to provide

Then you infant will starve.

Who do you think you are?

Not to realize you will grow someday?

After the youth are informed

About the payback time, who is next?

Everyone wants to be saved!



She was with child

Oppressed massively

By the race,

She climbed her pain

With an ugly smile’s,

She wouldn’t give up

For she was with a new life

Breathing inside of her.


She shook hands with sufferings

Yet didn’t drop her struggle.

When will she deliver?

She wasn’t due to give birth

But the labor had over stayed.

She was afraid on whom to nurse

Her child if she couldn’t survive birth,

So she fled to be with the animals,

They became her trusted friends.


When the moon shone,

It was her day.

When the sun rouse,

It was her night.

After birth she became strong

To nurse her child.

She fought for shelter,

She sought for food

Then she regained strength

To return to her land.

She stood for her child in worst

What more can a baby do,

But to watch.

She wore her child a jacket

Of bravery.

It was in this her child grew up

To be the Africa she dreamed of.


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