Igbo Poems - Poems about Igbo

Held as captives in a ship Chains binding us together Hunger, but we could not starve Tears but we could not cry. We were warriors of our land Children of the soil May the gods forbid that our ancestors would look us in shame. And so together, We ambushed our captors And sank the ship It was better to die Than be slaves...

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Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher! So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’ Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant A Language quite tonally consistent With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent… Still stops not here...

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The un-clouded blank sky says it all As no smile nor anger is expressed above The withering grasses express the pain As the foggy air attests to its harshness The drying streams hope for wetter days As the birds have to travel far for just a drink The soil cracks in pains of dehydration As all await...

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The feeling-cheated Igbo of Nigeria Now judges her a worse malaria, To keep celebrating Donald Trump While bemoaning his angering dump … But plans he to start smiling at Biden, For one should often one’s options widen, When at stake is life-transforming Crude oil, With huge pipes channeling it to far-off soil. The Fast-choking-with-anger Igbo Might start an emergency Judo For an ending of his...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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Mma (Beauty) Izunna Okafor dere ab? a Kere kere ka ? na-egbu ?b?nad? n’anya onye ìsì Onye chi ya g?zìrì O were nke ya, mebe ngàlá Mma ad?gh? n’ótú ?n?tsha Maka na ihe d? ?t? bu ihe d? ?k? ? b? ezie na e nwere ad?gbòlója Mana ihe a gba n’aka E jighi ènyò ele ya Mma so n'ihe nwaany? jiri ka ibe ya ? b?gh? naan?...

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Chuka Nnabuife: Nwoke Na Mma (Ab? p?r? iche maka mmemme ncheta ?gb?gba ah? iri ise nke Sa Chuka Nnab?ife) Izunna Okafor dere ab? a A s? na mma nwoke b? mpempe akw?kw? Mana nke ah? b? maka nd? ?j? akw?kw? Maka na onye g?t? akw?kw?, ma o kwegh? ya Mgbe ah?, ? s? ka ? ga bute ego Maka na ? kpazie...

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Mother Better lose the saddle than the horse’. Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words To her child, not just out of love, Not entirely for love but for joy. The joy of motherhood. This life will be hard (they say) Nwa m, ma o ga-adiri gi mma She assures her young child. n’ihi na o buru na nwatakiri adighi...

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I am.... An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela I am proud Masai Standing around manyattas, Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani Eunoto is here and today I dance in front my peers in transition into a senior...

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IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN? Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus from Vaults and Sons International. My containers don arrive?’ Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From: —Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan— —Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan— —Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo— —Russia—Yemen—Israel— —Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina; but some of the goods (carrion) were mutilated, and left for Vultures.’ Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960). Oga at the top has finally heard His people’s cry by reason of their taskmasters.’ Grave: ‘Goodluck Sah!’ ©Angel...

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