Abuja Poems | Examples

Oladokun Kolawole

Grow your Abuja, 
Shining like star. 

Turn Ibadan's heritage 
Into hermit's hermitage. 

The dangerous Lagos, 
Must stay emboss

Bí omi Òsun, 
Tí kò sùn. 

Happy birthday sir! 
As you stir;

Tick the four 
And quietly explore--

To achieve great, 
What generations await... 

Amen. ??

The Journey of Crackers

Twelve Voyagers in transit,
In the highways of Lokoja enroute Abuja,
One man wanted the natural breeze,
Another man wanted a treat to the ACs,
The others absolutely wanted nothing.
The first man got up, and
Slid the windows open,
After a minute calm,
The other man got up, and
Slid the windows shut,
The former got up, sterned, and
Engaged the the latter in a duel.
The third man sprang from
The crowd of others with his want,
To each of the others, he said,
Here, have some cabbages,
I pray you in earnest,
Like whatever be my want,
He smarted, and hollered,
I want the windows shut, and
The ACs off, however,
We shall tell to the will of the Masses,
Who are the men on my side?
Turn off the ACs, and shut the windows,
The others chanted with glee.

She Belongs To the Other Room

The hailings in the coridor of corruption
to the echoes of silence in the streets
Sirens whispering tales of wars
marines marching on looted lots
Justice is strangled by corrupt claws
Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies
Masses keep mute in the well of woes
dreaming of dead democratic dividends
Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls
Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets
The mother hen crows in the mourning
Our golden eggs are in one battered basket...
Strangers preen in the pomp of power
Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies
Listen to the tales of ego from the west
He beats his chest with his tied claws
Echoes of error ran the errand quickly
gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity...
He belongs to nobody and picks nobody
Somebody actually belongs to somebody
I do not know the poultry she belongs
His living room and kitchen are his choice
She is confined to care, clean and cook...
Why bury the glow of the golden egg
washing down the wealth in her womb?
Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums?
She is not just the bed sinner of your world
but the queen of all golden layers
and players
even if she belongs to the other room.

What Men Call Love

He is in Abuja and She is Lagos
They have gone to swim 
On a faithful day
And his emotions has been awakened
To an extent he can’t hold

He has never tasted her 
And wants to
She is pretty 
And he thinks he likes her
She is slim
At least she looks like she ain’t growing fat any sooner
He dreams of her all day
She is always on his mind
He tells her he will marry her
And tells her he loves her always

Her thighs determine his love for her
She opens and he enters
Wow! You are killing
Then he truly loves you.

Ime Judgement Deffered

IME IMELA YOU DEFEND US NOW

Shed tears not for your loved one
Who has departed leaving -Ime sad
Leaving Ime bitter- Ime you passed
You declined the sacrifice MuKiama

Ime so young yet now you have to
Use the forbidden military technique
Those in the know call it ngungi...
Ime you wield it within you now....

Mighty lion you are 
Crushing your enemy
Immortalized abilities
Ime rite is passage
Time illusion -..
Path eternal........

Abuja enters the Hilton hotel
A minor scuffle- Ime is outside
Birds of omen are gathering
Ime lightening and thunder
....Floods are coming.............

Innocent grace
the blameless
Ime kataa
Ime the covenant

A defender wields the Katana
only to the peoples defense
your feelings of loss should
never shadow your obligation
to duty Ime Imela - Ekurua

Ime Rite is passage... and
Wayhi is the name of your son
Ime it now your duty to defend
And defender i have to enter...
Kings counsel



Selah
Code 254
0557 hrs
lewis k nyaga
thoome wairegi
a tribute to IME
Young buja wrote

Abuja the Inspector Cop

INSPECTOR ABUJA

Wonder why when abuja...
has proved over and over again..
that hes capable of just about pullin..
any stunt from his warped brain..

abuja became a police inspector
chasing thief complete with a gun..
a loaded gun.. uniform police coat..
nothin below.. just police coat..and arms

credentials of inspector Abuja..
You requires special clearance
to ascertain his authority....
did he not promote two constables...

summoned to vigilantee house
real inspector locks him up..
mysterious Abuja maintains that.. i..
 i am an inspector.. high level clearance..

no one knows why the good inspector
let the fake one go.. hushes.. say the doors
refused to lock abuja up.. or may be the good
inspector lacked level 5 high security clearance

So they let abujas go
now hes claiming. hes
best by merit. based by merit
deployed policia militia generaia..dpmg..




Lewis k Nyaga

Nigeria

Author: Okechukwu Iroegbu
Title: Let them hear...

Let them hear...
From the hills of Isuikwuato
My sleepy hilly land'e
From my new'est bride Uyo
To the ancient muds of Enugu
From Makurdi's Benue river beach
To those peaked crags of Jos
Let them hear...
As I dream of the undying
Lights of the Lagoon city
The snake lanes of Abuja
Cockcroachin' thru undergrounds
From the deserts of Damaturu
And the grasslands of Jalingo
Let them hear...
That I am a citizen of Owerri town
That my Calabar is very pretty
That Ibadan I adore so much
That Minna is a scenic beauty
That Kano makes much of the Suya I love so 
much
That Port Harcourt is really a city of liberty

Let them hear...
That I love you my Nigeria

This Court

It should have been here, this court
Here in Arusha or Abuja or nearer
This court that seeks to try Africans
For crimes said to be committed
Against people here in Africa
Not at The Hague, not in Europe
Not in the belly of the serpent
That enslaved, robbed, raped
And destroyed much of Africa 
And still plots to dominate
To subjugate, to humiliate
And yes, to control, yes
To control our psyche
Our resources
Our thoughts
And our destiny
Our greater destiny
For we are destined to be
Greater than ever before
Richer than ever before
Freer than ever before
Happier than ever before
Prouder than ever before
And thankful to God only
Not to self-appointed
Self-annointed bigots
Whose aim is to keep
The status quo, the status quo, the status quo!   
C’est toujours un liaison tres dangereuse!

Beasts On Two Legs

I heard a cry,

A lad of four bled

After having quenched

Her Dad's libidinal thirst



I saw the door open,

Brother and sister walked out,

Adam's forbidden apple having been eaten

As instructed in the blood-house of money



In New York I heard a cry,

Woman was on woman

While man and man got glowed

In the vastness of democracy and human rights



From Yaounde down to Abuja,

I saw exposed human breasts, stomachs

And laps in clothes made for whores

In lands where emancipation is madness



By 2035 while Camkingdom rises to shine,

Breasts shall hang out, our Mums shall go naked,

Eliminating unborns as ordained in Macputu... We are beasts on two legs!

(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)

Abuja

Abuja 

A city of a thousand hills 
Resplendent in beauty 
Symbol of a nation's unity 
The center of its glory

Basked in the morning light 
A vision to behold 
Cuddled, the topography 
Landscape so alluring 

Protected by smouldering rocks 
Great and small, ever serene 
Concealing the opulence 
And might of its power brokers 

A city of a thousand networks 
Passageways and connections 
An undulating cityscape 
Where networking has become an art

A city of a thousand gardens 
Celebrated for its grandeur hangouts 
The skyline, ever bright 
You will find your place

Love On Net

LOVE ON NET




Nigeria’s a jungle though
There’s a fairy 
She’s my first love on net
Magamathy.,the sweetest

She must be a bud
Blooming across lush green leaves
I  feel the throb of her petals
Rippling  like  breasts

Black though,shining
Must be a bead of diamond
Makes a priceless necklace
Around my Yahoo page

Her fingers make a sieve
To compose the best words
For a stranger friend
Truly she’s borderless love

She has wings
I need no Air bus
Must she fly to catch me on
As I log on 


We row in Chad 
Fish in mangroves
Sleep in savannah
 Scout along  the Adamawa

Bathe at Niger delta
Roam in Abuja
Chat n laugh in Hausa-English
Kiss green and peace

Once a centre of slave trade
Now hers a federal state
She cherishes freedom 
Finds humanity ever on line

As I bid good bye
I fly saffron ,green ,white
She kisses hers with crimson lips
A heart in  the tricolour,  I discover

We fly in air ,live air—
An illimitable life;
Dear, air unseen
Means life seen.

Change

They say it’s all we need 
But would it be all we see,
When it comes, is it constant?

Do we need a monster?
To give us the thing we need?
Do you always get what you seek?

I lived a life worth living,
You lived yours without believing.
Is change all you need?	
Is it all ''she'' can give?

‘‘She'' is NIGERIA
A representative of Africa
Does she worth the post?
She stands by, and watches the river over flow.

They said she is sick,
they said she can't see
They also said that she is corrupt,
But they can't make her stop.

They said she has to make decisions,
So it would be better for her generations.
But she can't do it on her own
She needs someone, like the body needs the soul,
but he always disappoints her,

One by one, they make her seat a state of pride,
They all owe her,
In her main area called Abuja.

I love my country
They judged her wrongly,
I miss home,
Never will i forget the place I had grown.

Agony

Lagos booms
Portharcourt blooms,
Abuja blossoms
in the loveliness of my cream.

Niger sings,
Kaduna cheers,
Kano salaams,
in the rivers of my tears.

Alone....all alone,
decay and desolation gather days
and in woe my nights.
All things that love the sun mourn
on every side of me.

Look!.......look!
Look at my darkly face.
My story attends in tears and sorrow.
Look...look now in my eyes,
in one stride comes anguish.

Journey Paused

Our journey got paused 
I insisted to the passengers
Let’s sleep on our way
We got to the Ibadan garage 1.05am
Then, we move on ‘morrow morning 
Dissenting voices echoed diverse views
I offered to alight at the park
Couldn’t put my life at risk
Some of my co-travelers concurred
We paused at Abuja Park of Ibadan
For its of it good to be late than be a late.





Alayande Stephen T.
2.25am
21st November, 2007


It was written at the Abuja Garage in 
Iwo Road, Ibadan on my way to her in Ado-Ekiti.

Still Trapped

We got trapped for seven hours 
We couldn’t un-trap ourselves
From the dungeon of the road
Couldn’t call or receive calls
Was indeed incommunicado 
Sim card got stuck 
Would we ever get to our destination?

She got fed up, endlessly waiting
Luck smiled on me briefly 
As I got through to my cousin 
Who told her of my trap
My sms met hers on the way
She was still very worried
Only short of being scared

The day crawls by gradually,
Hours tickle away slowly
Behold! Darkness hovers 
As it took over the day set aside to unveil 
The faces behind the phone 
The day was over.



Alayande Stephen T.
2.01am
21st November, 2007


It was written at the Abuja Garage in 
Iwo Road, Ibadan on my way to her in Ado-Ekiti.

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