I’m a woman

Yes! An African woman

Who knows her wants

And respects her deeds


I’m taught to respect

But I also deserve respect

To maintain my essence

And be the best me


I’m a reason

For multiplication

No woman

No generation


I make meals

To make it real

If they think it’s a deal

Then I do have a choice


I’m born and will reborn

It’s a beautiful thing

It’s not just a story

It’s my glory



Call me a woman

An adorable woman

An African adorable woman

A super African adorable woman!








When I speak of beauty

I see my Igbo ancient queen.

She doesn’t need to be beautified

For she is the goddess

of beauty.


She stopped a four year war

With her smile’s.

Nne! Iya egbu ha!

Biko jiri ya nwayoo!


Her skin glitz like the stars

Her eyeballs are like the sun

So shinny that

I can’t even look deep

In her eyes.

Her palms are so soft

That I wish for her touch

Every passing moment

Her hug made me sell all my properties

Just to purchase a castle on air

Where we could live forever

If permitted by the gods.

But, is it possible?


Oh! It’s only a dream.

I should better start going

Before my imagination

Cost me my fortune.


Art credit: Dora Alis

Poem: Maureen Onyinye Kenneth






Can enough be enough?

Did they seek for

The emotion of fear or

The emotion of desire?


Should they ask for

The sense of power

To protect their purpose

And stay focus?

Don’t pretend they are alright

So nail it and

Save the day


Their body is their honor

Why pay to tear

Or force to take

From their innocence

They don’t deserve

The pain they bear

So keep your cash

And remove the fear


They need justice

To make peace

With their bruised self

For their ugly state

Has destroyed

Their mindset


Try to save them

Help to change them

Join to end this

Stop the abuse!



Art credit ‘charles mbeharts’

Poem ‘Maureen onyinye Kenneth’


Leadership is both for the haves

And the have-not

No segregation please

There shouldn’t be entanglements

Between policy and politics

But times have changed

So policy is for the masses

And politics is for the self-centered

The regime is problem raise to

The power of frustration

No difference yet

The answer is still equal to silence


Wine down the glass of your car

You will see what the state looks like

Many starving to death and

You nickname it “recession”

The sick chased out of the hospital bed

Because medical treatments are no longer free

Sorrow is the lullaby their children take to sleep

No shelter, so they stay awake in the dark

Dangerous Street

Listening to the sounds from their hungry stomach


You shouldn’t fight criminals

While you sell crime

It is the hate you give, they take

Now the society that was created

Out of the hate

Hurts everyone but you

Check the list to know the next trouble

You might be safe in your castle

But you are still enslaved to

The problem you can’t solve


I fear for the infants

Who are living in hell

They are gradually becoming a beast

Because they are not well

They didn’t wish for these

It was given to them

They all prayed for better

But they were served with burns

This is not the type we need!




So I took my pen to spell

The right world for sacrifice

So I took my dictionary to search

For the right definition of sacrifice

The only answer I saw was



I try to understand how the world

Flow with 365 days

Sometimes, 366 days

With people coming and going

With people smiling and frowning

With people living and leaving

With people giving and receiving

Nothing is what it seems


Today is supposed to be the day

But the day is sad

For the reason for the day

Is missing from the day

By saving 13 from the ghost

When giving hands to the 14

The half life was cut

Into immortality

Into the world beyond

Without kissing goodbye

To the precious ones


Who can tell the story of the hero?

Who took pain to give gain?

Note it in the chronicles

Let it be known by the rulers

That the greatest love is

“Laying down your life

To save another”



Dedicated to late ‘Mr. Joe Blankson’

Art work by ‘Charles Mbeharts’

Poem by ‘Maureen Onyinye Kenneth’




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





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


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


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


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?


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