“My soul is a black maelstrom…” ~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert sand
Fear like a heavy boulder sits on my chest
My heart is chasing a Chimera
A pit is forming in my stomach,
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
Grim and gloomy feelings shroud my being
permeating a fatalistic suspicion of society at large
dragging me down the road to depression.
A sense of emptiness is mushrooming within me,
like the morning miasma blurring the view,
All hands of hope have been withdrawn
Every moment henceforth
is pregnant with some novel challenges,
Tackling a new task overwhelms me
and despair prevails over my soul undeterred —
Bogged down by fate,
Tethered to my faith,
and mired in a spiritual quagmire
I am unable to claw my way back up
to Mount Calvary.
~Prompt 2: "As I slip into the void of this endless black."
~Contest: Venom and Stardust: A Birthday Prompt
~sponsor: Sara Jama.
I am human with the same dignity and power,
then why treat me like an alien?
Our skincolour differs, but we are all created and designed by one God and maker.
I have great potentials just like the white man,
But I am treated and rejected just because of my colour.
I undergo physical, emotional and social discrimination and suppression,
Just because my skin colour is black.
I have been enslaved and colonized by a foreign master,
Beaten and suppressed to accept a foreign rule,
Discriminated because of my elegant black beauty.
Striving to live and survive in this dominating world,
But all efforts seems futile.
I will continue to make efforts and see that my skin colour is appreciated and upheld in the society at large.
Writing this poem in an awful plight,
I wonder when mr.nigeria would be safe and secure.
Everyone running helter-skelter,
Insecurity and kidnapping are our next door neighbours,
Social vices are becoming rampant in the society at large.
Injustice, corruption and inhuman killings are the order of the day,
People are scared and filled with fear,
Many innocent souls are lost in the struggle to live.
The masses of our land becomes poorer;
while the politicians and the rich people of the society are filled with abundance,
We need change in all aspects of our society.
But the change start from you and me
A change of the situation in our country
A change in our behaviour
I hope for a bright future for my country: Nigeria
This is my dream for Nigeria
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
Inmates In Death Row
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Hohoho...
There, by the grace of God, go I...
What if, we did not have the opportunities we took in life.......
These inmates once seriously erred in their early years...
Now condemned to death after being jailed for umpteen years....
Does true justice demands society exacts a life for a life...
Or death to those who peddle slow death to drug addicts....
Who are we to exact justice this harshly when there's a God above...
Let Him alone to decide who lives and who dies...
Society at large best counsels and guides the survivors left behind....
She is my father's sister
yet my own daughter.
She is that as her name says.
Nwannennaya ,my father's sister!
A pride to me,
A delight to the household.
On her way to the village stream,
She walks nimbly with an earthen pot
properly seated on a knotted 'lappa'
placed on her neatly cropped hair.
While walking along the weedy path,
She whistles and have
her waist beads shaken,
Shaking from the right and then left
in a form of rhythm.
Nwannennaya is one choice of
many men of Umuofia.
Her beauty is regal,one to behold.
At house chores,she's always at her best.
She aims greatly to be educated like
other young female adults of Umuofia,
To learn to read and write.
These,she'll merge with good behavioral patterns.
Nwannennaya,a pride to herself.
Nwannennaya,a pride to me.
Nwannennaya,a pride to the home.
Nwannennaya,a pride to Umuofia.
Nwannennaya,a pride to the society at large.
The kids, just four and six, are running wild again tonight
and throwing things. Neglectful parents seemingly don’t see.
Adults expecting kids to raise themselves and know what’s right
without their guidance cannot have a home that’s chaos-free.
Wise parents show their love by teaching children how to act.
Respect and order, hand in hand, keep families intact.
Society at large will feel their positive impact.
birthday--January 28
PATIENCE ENDURES!
The world and the people and the individuals that come together to populate universal thinking.
Society-at-large development is seen.
How come then everything seems to be slowing down extremely?
What is patience?
The entity and the government and the bureaucrats that make economy to provide industry and growth.
Topical to socialism.
Therefore, the theme becomes exploitation.
What is a virtue?
Capitalizing upon what is known.
Establishing a mundane focus to define new norms manifests those of God.
Seriatim to generations to come.
Thus, a frustrated point and transgression is always a rule of thumb.
Patience tantamount.
Perception inculcates the thoughts while
Asinine perpetrates conflicting insight
That is unfulfilling to what is right.
Is justice true to life formed…
Either to what is right or what is wrong? Does
Nondiscriminatory discriminates intelligence decorum
Cause virtuousness statue law which is
Efficacious to the frustrated point?
Why patience?
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Written May 30, 2016!
nobody was there,
yet words were there,
some rewinding,
some reliving,
some confusions,
some grudges,,
some problems,
some heart burns,
some sadness,
some bitterness,
some moments of truth,
some idiocy,
some bravado,
some comparisons,
some desperation,
some plans,
some objectives,
some relationships,
some money and savings,
some children,
some cloud,
and more cloud,
and denser cloud,
for each he had several words,
at this rate,
he talked more to himself,
then in society at large,
he is not alone,
there are millions like him,
some are loud,
others talk silently,
the way we live,
leaves each one of us,
to do more self talk,
and its not at all a smooth societal walk.
nobody was there,
yet words were there,
some rewinding,
some reliving,
some confusions,
some grudges,,
some problems,
some heart burns,
some sadness,
some bitterness,
some moments of truth,
some idiocy,
some bravado,
some comparisons,
some desperation,
some plans,
some objectives,
some relationships,
some money and savings,
some children,
some cloud,
and more cloud,
and denser cloud,
for each he had several words,
at this rate,
he talked more to himself,
then in society at large,
he is not alone,
there are millions like him,
some are loud,
others talk silently,
the way we live,
leaves each one of us,
to do more self talk,
and its not at all a smooth societal walk.
It began at the top,
Slowly ,steadily and truly,quite not perceptibly,
The depreciation in matter,
Human matter at that,
Does it with all,age spares none,
Bones,muscles,blood,veins,arteries,parts,
All weaken and function less,
But can you weaken the bond,
Mental,emotional and love bonds,
That got hinged to one and all in family,
And immediate society at large,
It happened with me one day,
That my mother depreciated real bad,
The day she collapsed,
Physical I could explain,
But mental and emotional I could not,
The root had shrunk to dust,
But the offshoot was now a full tree,
Going to its own death.
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