Best Jos Poems

Again! 
We woke up to the gory tale of another one
A carnage of a gargantuan quantum
An appalling scenario
That left us wondering of an inferno
Once again,...

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My people I have seen seas of pains
With series of painted assaults and
Hatred from elites of illiteracy
My people no not again my people
For it is...

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I wake up every
morning
to ask myself
'what's happening'?
God gave us oil in
the Delta,
waters in the Benue
and Niger,
mineral resources
all over.
Though we've no
natural disaster,
but we got loopholes
that need...

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A list of names this contest needs
But what to pick to serve this deed?
I'll use the census - names top ten
And express my wisdom -...

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Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching...

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Coming in disguise and 
In a side by side system.
Never coming in open ways
For if this occure, all shall 
Take cover.

It comes in disguise and...

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Then the leader in a flash
Sent his bullet through my 
Pregnant wife’s stomach, 
Sending the bullet out of her 
To my little girl’s brain.
He was...

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You for noh
Say I dey shine my eyez
Coz na so so wahalla wey dey shine for my head top

You for noh
Say na I jos dey...

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A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…


A mountain of rivers,
running the...

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** A trauma on Xmas eve, 24/12/2010, late night.**

     BLOOD CHRISTMAS

Christmas bliss! Christmas bliss!!
Bliss turned sour, sour turned blood.
Blood wrought cry,...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid...

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I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So...

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And this song fell out from my father's lips:
Of boys learning to drop the corpse of their
parents' bodies on the high mountain of Jos, 
Of...

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Hacked down at dawn is the tree that would have blossomed
Maimed is the navel that sometimes may have grown straight
Burned is the candle that may...

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Black elephant in the sun
As the biblical tower of Babel
Hordes of twisted tongues
Infest width, breadth
From Ajegunle slums
To the plateaus of Jos!...

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