April, Jos and I
Cracked lips, heels, elbows and smiles
Your dust hurts me deep
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!
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 the same people that gives
Us this sad injection of deprivation
If I should sit down to eat even
With out hunger I will eat more than
A glutton after surviving the Jos
Massacre
They have crushed our plates with
Food by bending Benue to bleed
Zamfra to bleed
Nkpor with blood erosion
Leaving my home will not solve
The blood suckers problem
But to stay back with metal fellows
To fight back as a scholar
Let the pains of the innocent ones
Be respected
Let the bombers be given death of
The law to swallow our bones are
Broken beyond medication
Vultures are tired of eating the flesh
Of our young men
Our children and our women of
Adoration
One day the blood of justice will
Bath this barbaric culprits
ALSKARE AUSUARTA: VAIMOKSENI NAINEN: RAKKAUS JA HALU: VAIN JOS RAKASTAT MINUA, BUK STRACKNING, KLO HALL. URAGAN VERSI, OURAGAN -VERSETS.
BRUMES VOLCANIQUES-TULIVUORI, RUDRICK ROUXKIN, KARLEK SIDO HUVUD LAS III. AND REIPAS NAINEN.
WHICH DAYS DAWNS HAVE COME TO
BRIGHTEN THE WAYS OF MEN
THERE WOMEN WHO LOVE THEM MUCH
BREAKFAST AS EACH DAY BEGANS.
THEY FEED TO STRENGTHEN THERE MEN
, SO THEY MIGHT FIND STRENGHT TO WORK.
SAMPLES OF THE WAY ONE FEELS
AS THEY PREPARE FOR WORK.
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 parade my gari den granot
So sey hunger no go kill me now
Coz if I die now, I just don die for oyibo land
You for noh
Say na my papa den mama na won make I travel som
Make dem dey see me to as Bossu
So dem go fit carry dem fugu den celebrate my dollar
You for noh
Na me to I for get swag
Make I fit dey speak like oyibo
Make smoke dey commot for my mouth abi
Ha! You for noh
Make I don coat
Den take serfee den post post for my facebook
Make my neighbors nor say me to I dey
You for noh
Na make me too I don grab oyibo girl-y
Make I don get chwingorm kiss-y
Make I don do the tin-y
Make she don get belly bigg-y
Make my pikins get oyibo skin-y
Make dem talk like dem dey sing-y
Hahahahahaha you for no
Say me to I do sorm
Say me too I dey
Bot
If I die
You for noh say
Ibi my stupidity wey kill me
So you for noh.
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 - pseudo zen
Surprised by sudden traffic jam
Essential for your brakes to slam
Shake up nitro just a taj
Oh no earned my Darwin badge
When let down by dear heartthrob
'erts a lot, so have a sob
Reported UFO not cosmic
Ha! Elastic frisbee con trick
Punctuation, spelling, grammar
Your language wood and nails and hammer
I know what's best - I break your will
I am your boss - now take your pill
Beware of other's dark agenda
Video the truth offender
Here's a scheme to make you rich
'ard resist my conman's pitch
When drinking up a mug of char
Less is more and near is far
A flute, two drums and three banjos
Ephemeral - pluck, bang and blow
My names are split, word sin definitive
Yet just as sound as split infinitive
My English slang and lingua pidgin
Yet sage enough for fake religion!
Entry for "what's in a name" contest
Uses top ten names from US census: James, John, Robert, Michael, Mary, William, David, Richard, Charles, Joseph
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 plaster.
And now we are
falling assunder,
that is making me
wonder,
am even behaving
strange like an
anaconda.
We still survive
under the millitary
suppression,
not even to mention
the oppression
of the wild.
Our politicians are
all of pretention,
our leader are
products of greed
and discension,
when we are called
the giants of
Africa, centre of
attention.
Oct 1st 1960 was our
day of freedom,
since then, we threw
away our wisdom,
all in the name of
religion, politics,
what is this?
You will hear
rumours of fighting
in Jos,
killing one another
no remorse,
people are so much
stucked like traffic
in Lagos.
A piece of advice,
dont be suprised.
We gotta move
forward,
cos we are left
behind in the
race-call.
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
Loooking afar,the roads seems endless,
confusion!..a million thoughts running in my head,
will things ever go right?
the sky looks closer to my head,
and my journey seems to have come to an end.
though,i seee a brigth future ahead.
the sun seems brigther.
a stroke of smile running on my face,
blood of hope running through my veins,
and am beggining to forget my pains..
agosu jos.
To gain acceptability
You let yourself in on crowd mentality
With all this capacity
And intrinsic ability
You consciously decide the mortality
Of your own capability
You deny individuality
And instead accept multiplicity
All in search of false glory
You toy with your own story
You decide to change God’s transcript
Only to create your own flawed script
Sooner or later we’ll all face death
Pretty soon you’ll take your last breath
At the thought of this truth, many fret
The end of life is set
You’ll eventually join the bus
And believe you me
Its taking you nowhere near Jos
The real question is if you’re ready
To meet with your maker all calm and steady
With your eartlhly deeds worth it
And surely his judgement non-cloudy
Not that your feelings matter much
Only God decides such
I only pray heaven’s gate you touch
And on heaven’s lawn you eventually stand
On a day when many will land
In the scorching heat of hell’s sands
Only to kiss the devil’s hands………..
Imageries of tribal stench
Streets stretched in stray bullets
Carcasses charred in church
Women slit in the dark
A conglomerate of conference table
Littered with coffee and curfew
Monkeys mourning
Centre crawling
Sentiments sighing
Jos, a shadow.
** 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, the cry for the brutally
Departed....
As soon as mid night surfaced, every one's loins leaped,
Helpless innocents wept,
For another crisis was born...
Gun shots vexed into straying helpless,
Dispatching for their lives....
Matchets wounds, went deep-deeper
Like pot holes.
Blood splashed like rain drops
Oh! no when will Jos crisis end?
Who will be the rescue?
Someone give me a clue?
We woke up to find dead mass,
Today being Christmas,
Shattered by bomb blast,
Where will these lead to at last?
Marauding fanatics... so mindful
Of blood.
Blood Christmas! blood Christmas!!...
Beware... and watch your back!
Or you you'll be caught unaware in the midst
Of the bliss turned sour...
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
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 a killer glutton, for he turned to my
Son’s brain, scattering it,
With his axe, making the brain
Splash on my dazed countenance.
They swiftly and organisingly boundled me up
Amidst my confusion and helpless struggles,
They cut off the veins at the back of my fits,
Leaving me in a river of blood.
Death claimed my home,
His weapons were the Christmas rebels,
On a melancholic Christmas night.
My saddest Christmas ever.
THE END OF THE MATTER…..
By Charles Melody (Lightening Ink)
For all the victims in jos crisis.
Rest in peace.
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 with
Treasure, leisure, pleasurable and desirable
Things.
If all these abound, many men would be
Fished out by the net of the unpredicted.
Coming in disguise with golden offers
That sows sorrows in the hearts of men.
Coming undercover to spray sad memories,
To make men helpless, hopeless
And even eager for more....
But worry not oh! man,
Smile not oh! death,
For time is come when you
Will be in disguise no more....
============================
For my late father, Patrick Onyilo,
and all my friends who were victimized by death in the
BLOODY Jos crisis.
Are you smokin', like me?
Jokin' with e.ternity,
Playing in.sanity...
Are you turnin'.that key?
ah!Chi!Sea,I do...see, you.
Sloppy Jos, little muse.ic
Your rhythm sticks...
In my mind. Am I blind?
Did I hear you see me?
Is this.... your bee?
Honey,
You ARE, funny...
With milk and sugar,
In the morning...
Are you...
Courting in.sane.IT?
Or is that just me?
Mr.e?
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