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We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good
By Izunna Okafor
Oh ye the sun
Why have you been stubborn like son
Consistent in gazing at ground
Endlessly waxing around the town
The ground is as though as husk
But you never consider the gross of dust.
Why have you always unleashed your anger
Treating your people as though we are stranger
Have you forgotten your mandate to the man on earth
To the extent of being a straw to uproar his thirst
Oh the sun when will you dismount from us
Thy wicked eyes of drought and blocks
Thy hotness of thy eye is severe to man
And the warmness of thy time has defied the land
You cool a hand with liquor
But beat a man to stupor
Your good works are never rejected
But your hook ones are ever dejected
You dread not the men
And you fear not the rain
Punching out the rays to the cloud
And mulching out the blaze to the crowd
A pregnant woman you spare not
Not even a new baby you spare wrath.
You make a giant a lazy man
And rename a Goliath a baby man
Oh the sun when shall ye retreat
And remove thy bricks along the street
The calves of men are now like blades
Crushing the earth as ruin abrades.
Our body is now at stake
Just as our colour is now mistake
Your dryness is never to quench the quake
But to bring the earth to thirst and quake
Oh thy sun I beseech thee to leave the earth alone
Your mandate to man is to bring the earth to growth
And not to bring the earth a groan.
Thus we appeal thee the sun
Dismount thy host from men and go.
About The Poet:
Izunna Okafor is an award-wining creative Young Nigerian Novelist, Poet, Essayist, Journalist, Editor, Translator, Publicist, Igbo Language Activist and an Administrator who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South L.G.A of Anambra State Nigeria. He writes in English and Igbo languages, and has published enormously in both, nationally and internationally. Izunna has received over 25 awards, and has over 800 articles published online.
Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
Every day, God reigns;
High on above mountains.
He stands above up;
As well as in us;
His voice thrust, He rises,
He's a rush, He reigns down on nature;
He creation, creator Elohim;
Everi day, God reigns
high on top above mountains.
im stands above up
kukuma as for we
im voice thrust, im rises,
im's a rush, im reigns down on top nature.
Im creation, creator Elohim
Every day, God reigns
High on above mountains.
He stands above up
As well as in us
His voice thrust, He rises,
He's a rush, He reigns down on nature.
He creation, creator Elohim.
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
(Bold letters in Nigerian Pidgin Language )
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
Iran's leader was our friend
but Zealots forced his rule to end.
Now Iran joined our fervent foes
The Jihad tree sends out roots and grows.
Then there was Afghanistan.
We got dragged into war in that deadly land.
They had hosted Al Qaeda, practicing how to slay.
Killed 3000 U.S. civilians in one fall day.
We went to war in Iraq too
We thought we'd be welcome, Bush had no clue.
Many turned against us, a bitter hard war.
Many voices here say - what were we fighting for?
Islamic state took sex slaves, also crucified.
beheaded if you're lucky, if not, burned alive.
In the power vacuum, they took a chunk of Iraq.
Eventually, temporarily, we beat the Jihad back.
We'd been fighting in Afghanistan for 20 years,
On paper we were strong, but reality jeers.
So Trump said, “Time to call it done,”
And Biden said, “The war is won.”
We withdrew our troops, doomed people fell off our planes.
It was like Vietnam all over again
And today Al Qaeda camps sprout there, for them no fears.
Could we have stayed, could we keep losing soldiers for years?
“We’ll watch from far" said Biden "over horizon sight,”
He said we'd look out for each woman’s right.
But girls can’t go to school anymore, nor walk alone—
Nobody believes our politicians, we turn tail and go home.
In Christian Lebanon, now Hezbollah rules
An Islamic State graduate took Syria, trusted only by fools.
In Mali now, Al Qaeda looks to win
Three times the land of California, the tide is coming in.
Nigerian leaders minimize a slaughter to cloak
In ten years' time you'll see the same land, different folk.
I've just scratched the surface, to be candid
Recall Mozambique, Christian island, till Jihadists landed.
You say, “So what? that's all far away,
They live their lives a different way.”
But that's what we thought, until airliners flew
Through our skyscrapers, the Pentagon too.
Now you might argue "America First" to keep out is best.
But you might not understand reasons for conquest.
I certainly don't want to be in the first combat wave.
I don't want endless wars, or an early grave.
I don't want to fight totalitarians, just live my life, lots to do
But though we're not interested in war, war may be interested in you.
We have enough problems here, in fact they grow worse every day
Can we stand up to enemies, I wouldn't bet that way.
The dawn broke with a promise of freedom,
As we arose, our hearts afire with joy;
Oh hoo! The day we'd long anticipated is a mere few hours away,
From the confines of the camp, we'd soon break free to stay.
Nineteen days of patriotic fervour—
we'd recited with zeal,
The dedication anthem which our voices rang out,
and that which our hearts revealed.
The restless days, the early disturbances, and freedom's fleeting grasp,
Would soon give way to the warmth of home,
and love's embracing clasp.
The parade—
a mirror of colour, sound, and motion's sway,
Competitions that tested our mettle, in a spirit of friendly disarray.
The unity of Nigerian cultural diversity—
is a testament to our shared humanity.
In Platoon 3, we stood as one—
a bond forged in the camp.
Our officer, Mr. Rotimi;
and instructors, Officer Funmi (mummy of all);
officer Auta (confidence booster);
Blacq (winner-maker);
You made our camp experience, a memorable, life-changing pursuit.
The camp's memories—a treasure trove
forever we'll never be apart.
My great gees—who made every fleeting moment,
a hilarious, side-splitting treat in hall 4
You're all amazing, a treasure to meet.
The mother of all Corp members in Edo State, Mrs. Ben Ushie;
Major Bala—commandant with strong heart and true;
Camp Director, Mrs. Ejioye; and Mr. Ogbogohdo;
Together you made Okada camp a shining light—
A haven for growth, where hearts take flight.
The calls of ‘Aremo’ on the parade field echo in my mind,
A bittersweet reminder of the bonds we formed
And the memories we left behind.
Let's hold on to love's guiding light
as we disperse and go our separate ways
Create ecstasy always, even in melancholy
Obey the rules and journey on through the year's remaining
Nigeria is ours, Nigeria we serve.
Godwin Adizue Ibeh
(1937-2017)
Mr. Godwin Adizue Ibeh
Aged 79 years
Was and is
My beloved, doting father
“Is” because he remains
Spiritually present
Present
In my memory
Present
In pictures and mementos
Present
In my dreams, smiles and tears
Present
In my prayers and imagination
His spirit
Hovers in the air
Above me like a hummingbird
His presence felt
At the mere mention
Of his name
Mr. Godwin Ibeh
Or simply “Daddy”
As I used to, and still
Lovingly call him
Or "Prof" by close friends
And acquaintances alike
Was a Nigerian-born
Naturalized American citizen
Migrated to the United States of America
In 1968
A bearer of many titles
Hobbies and accomplishments
An alumnus of Central State University
Wilberforce, Ohio. Graduated in 1970
With a BA in Psychology
An alumnus of Xavier University Graduate School
Cincinnati, Ohio. Graduated in 1975
With an MS in Correctional Psychology
An alumnus of University of Nigeria
Where he also taught Psychology in 1981
Received a PhD in Education
Specializing in Guidance and Counseling
He also moonlighted as a probation officer
A writer and a taxi driver
A father of four
First-generation African-American children
From oldest to youngest
Mildred
Yours truly, Edward
Stephen
Jeanette
A grandfather of three
A father-in-law of two
A former-husband
Of my beloved mother, Rose
An avid collector of hats
A voracious reader
And collector of books
A lover
Of jazz and classical music
An intellectual
A sage
A mensch
His personality
Avuncular, warm, and humorous
His smile
Radiant, brightly beautiful, beautifully bright
His laugh
Honest and infectious
His mouth
Spoke no evil
His destination
Heaven!
For he’s a child of God
And has led
A good, successful, fulfilled life
Gone, but never
Will be forgotten
Rest in peace, Dad
I will miss you...
Politicians Wanted
must be sly
able to lie.
Naturist's Ball
nothing to wear
just come bare.
Rest In Peace
quick sudden death
grim reaper met.
One To many
all night boozing
all day snoozing.
Undocked
puppies For Sale
complete with tail.
Nigerian Lottery
notification of win
for recycle bin.
Downpour
saturated old Bella
forgot her umbrella.
Hard Landing
Jim's bad luck
cord was stuck.
In A Drift
Stuck in snow
Waiting for tow
Go Large
Extra French fries
Big fat thighs
Written 19th September 2018
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.