If You Die Before Me
...create a golden route for a poet like me,
let the embodiment of song carved itself
in the palms of the world beyond till lyrics
of faith light to ease the thought of my mind.
If you die before me...
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Categories:
buchi, absence, abuse, depression,
Form: Blank verse
For Girls of Tomorrow
...I
we’ve built you bridges that will lead you to tomorrow
the pieces of these skimpy mind of yours has been repaired
down in the sea of knowledge have we made roses for you
love at large and fami...
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Categories:
buchi, abuse, adventure, africa,
Form: Ballad
Letter To a Dying Mother
...Dear mother,
I saw Wole Soyinka yesterday in prayer,
He was on his craving kneels for your sake.
Femi Osofisan came down to see you again,
This time he was more like the moon of love.
I doubt if...
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Categories:
buchi, africa, art,
Form: Free verse
Funny Cows On Crude Oil
...If you see father Ken Saro Wiwa
Tell him about me as a mouth to his songs,
Tell him that they have removed the meat
He gave to us and gave us grasses;
Dirty grasses to replace our milky meat,
We...
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Categories:
buchi, art,
Form: Free verse
From the Pink Diary
...Yesterday I worked with Wole Soyinka in his
farm; a farm of poetry where we harvested words
And sow imagery like a spring of seedlings.
I kept pace with him in the field of words until
He smiled...
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Categories:
buchi, art,
Form: Free verse
I Choose To Sing In Their Rhythms
...Call me Chinua Achebe from dead,
Take me home to Wole Soyinka' bosom
Bundle me to John Clarks at his castle;
They infected me with this madness,
Madness of words that get me focus.
I have ...
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Categories:
buchi, africa, art,
Form: Free verse
Roses Are Grown In My Village
...I could recall the
epic journey of my
ancestors
With palm oil in
their lips and kola
nut in their mouths.
They all wore the
ancestral rope down
on their waist
down the mountain of
wisdom a...
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Categories:
buchi, love,
Form: Narrative