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Ndifon Noel Poem
HOPE BY N3
Slashed at the throat a blow aimed not at the esophagus but at the vocal cords
Paralyzed by something worst than fear,
Speech grows limp even as silent screams are constrained by shame’s chord.
Tethered like a felon and led by wary oppressors, fragile from blows and scorn,
Our soul stands trial before a court where the judge is rightly wrong.
Fused with chains our voices are imprisoned and the tear cavernous to reveal speechlessness in our gullet is the only sign of our voiceless enslavement.
In steps the first witness clothed in the shroud of despair, hunched from the weight of her truthful lies, testimony of that night of lust.
That night plays out clearly; more vivid than a motion picture is that night of this slavery, blown by ripple of our thoughts, we wobbled from the comforts our beds into the confines of sexual promiscuity.
Then the witness speaks of how thirsty we seemed to taste from the well of fiendish desires even when our spirits recoiled from that fetish neediness.
Now we stand guilty of not only our immorality but also damned so we grope like one lost soul unsure of its mortality when kindled in hell’s fires.
Now a murmur of distaste and a sigh of revolt as the witness go on, not one, not two, not three not four of times we met.
No objections and no cross examinations, the court sits shouting silent accusations cause in the emptiness of our fall the only defendants present are our faults boldly stamped to our essence,
So our souls are judged and found accountable of fanning wrongness, guilty of backsliding to a third degree.
Yes even when in church we decree in hymns our convictions of faith, yet we accept our blindness as rightness failing to visualize yet believing the devil as he feeds us visual lies then we accept as fate.
Now with smiles on a frown we say God bless you sister and amen brother with muted diction thinking we are fine while the entire world see the signs.
Yes we sign because we have gone deaf to Gods text and lost the strength of spoken words.
We are invariably held down sunken in the gloominess of this bright blackness and we face certain death because j663 say “the words I speak to you are spirit and life”
So our souls begin to gasp for his breath which gives life and spasm like hiccups hit every marrow of our soul.
Like addicts to a new drug, our spirits tear through the volumes of his words searching for a cure to this suicide.
In our dyingness we find Christ rose after 3 days in his glory and holiness not to cast us down but because he had to rise up a new people, he died to give hope.
So whenever we fall guilty, charged, and convicted of our transgressions and our voices swaddled to the cage and imprisoned by silence of our sexual encounters,
Christ still calls us to his pierced side.
And for that singleness of purpose we were proclaimed blameless because how do we stand in judgment when the lamb has made us spotless?
So brother, next time the accuser stands before you not to judge you but to condemn you remember that Christ paid the price and paid it fully not to judge you but to redeem.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2013
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MY NIGERIA
Proud and ready to dare, blessed and fertile
Named from nature and born from the pursuit of freedom,
A freedom that defied chains and made colonialism futile!
These are the stories taught about Nigeria, this kingdom.
Where have the eagles flown to?
Why do the gates stand unwatched?
How has it become possible that violence has crushed the horses too?
When will the cost of independence equal the blood washed?
I look far into nothingness and catch a gleam of light
Maybe feeble, maybe, maybe weak like a tree drawing last breath
But even as these fruits take flight,
I feel it grow, a new Nigeria.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2014
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With sight forever closed
And voice eternally locked
Shine still will the immortal sun
Birds at my wake keep sing on to life as incense burn
When I die;
In neat dis-order, ants will march
And buzzing silently the bees shall lament
While I shall lie still,
All gone stealth and stilt.
Finally dead from undying death
With sightless eyes and mirthless mirth, my bane.
When I die .
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2013
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MY
NIGERIA
Frantic
fights,
strange
struggles,
voiceless
violence,
fresh
freedom
at
last.
A
nation
blessed
with
local
resources
so
much
that
the
ground
is
forced
to
vomit
the
excess;
One
people,
great
people,
strong
in
unity
and
diverse
in
culture
yet
hospitable
and
friendly.
My
Nigeria,
the
jewel
of
African
and
the
reserve
of
the
world’s
liquid
wealth!
My
Nigeria,
torn
by
those
who
hate
peace
and
make
oceans
of
red,
deep
red
blood!
My
Nigeria,
raped
by
those
meant
to
nurse
and
nurture
you
from
infancy
to
greatness!
My
Nigeria,
misunderstood
by
those
who
know
you
not
and
made
a
public
spectacle
yet
silent
you
remain!
My
Nigeria,
who
knows
the
aches
in
your
heart
and
understands
the
turmoil
in
your
existence?
Let
it
be
said
that
there
was
a
country
that
rose
in
the
midst
of
opposition
Let
it
be
announced
far
and
near
that
there
was
a
country
that
in
the
face
of
unequivocal
challenges,
never
gave
up.
For
in
our
destruction
stands
the
spirit
that
has
never
given
up!
Let
it
be
known
that
no
matter
how
bad
it
gets,
like
the
calm
after
a
storm,
a
nation
will
bloom,
strong
and
right.
My
Nigeria.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2014
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Dear pain,
No need to ask how you are doing cos in me, a temple you have built
Solid; doors of deceit with a foundation of lies I bet you won’t be moving any time soon.
Every day I feel what it means to have you live in my state of mind, free of the capital state so sweetly desired.
You see, I don’t blame you dear wrenching feeling in the very fabric of my not so innocent heart for by design, I have become a co-tenant, a next door neighbor choiceless by the choices I made.
Pain, I just want to understand why you are so complex in a simple way, like a thirst in a desert! Do you ever feel the wind in those fake smiles or maybe you are too sheltered to dance to the raging storms inside of this estate we now share.
Do you wake up with an ache, a longing to feel the fragrance of hope knowing that like a wisp of smoke, hope is flown?
Tell me do you feel the scalding as the tears chase each other down the slope of cheeks writhing in agony like a serpent crushed underneath dutiful heels!
If only I knew what you are for I feel a little of what you can be! If only you won’t squeeze this precious oxygen from the tubes of my longing, leaving my very existence gasping for breath at how cruel happiness can feel
Tell me pain, are you the cancer that murders joy or a prescription to cure happiness.
Why do you share this apartment with me yet push me out through my chest, our home?
I hope you find time to answer me or perhaps move out when your rent is due.
Love from
Heart lord.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2017
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The heart a beat or two skips a bit;
lingering memories drag their thorny fingers through this pierced brokenness!
Quit; why be it screams
Trust! What’s that word that has let your kind wickedness rock the vessels that pump life giving bloody platelets into the stream of my being
In the currents of your lies I swam, blinded by stevies’s glasses
Wonder perhaps I would have felt the waves beneath.
Gently reaching peak magnitudes as I waded in false gratitude of the comfort of your breast: breast that comforts another head so different from mine.
We were also meant to be fine like something getting better with time; old wine sweeter.
In those lips laid promises like two sides of a coin; heads and tails
Tales that will begin like whispers and die when mine met yours in sensual deceit.
Listen; shhhh; quiet we made love that actually couldn’t make love as your lover wasn’t in bed with you and me.
I’ve gazed into those eyes and thought I heard them speak my name but alas,
You are a cheat!
Weighed on a scale and found short of true substance; perhaps like an empty promise, full of words and cocooned in sweetness yet just a caterpillar underneath!
A master of two worlds till I guess you belong to none!
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2017
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