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For Maya Angelou: Like a Cherished Effigy

I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the cold wall,
The so-called wall of the world, soaked
By the tears of our raped eyes.
I have seen the world through and through;
The sweet bitterness of living and dying,
The joyful agony of getting and losing;
The memories come clear like crystal
And the weak world whirls by unconsciously
Taking us down its untrodden alluvial depths
And scattering silence nearby and abroad:
Those are the world's worth!
Who amongst us does not have a story?
The world is killing us, thinking, perhaps
That there is sudden rebirth in each death
But those we lost are gone forever
And we bite our lips and rub our eyes,
Alas! Another phenomenon has been lost.

Like a cherished effigy
I hold it up again, the wild world
The nuance feeling surges like thousand waves
And I listen as different sharp sounds
Of cries, nay, moans pierce my ears,
The tears fall in torrents like a waterfall.
The earth, our unconcerned world is killing us,
Like little ants...it kills us with sledgehammer,
Hypothetical villain lurking by street corners
Waiting and waiting, almost impatiently.
But we love the world, and so much so
We cling to life, despite the odds
We want to live, love and be loved,
We want to experience and explore the depths.
We have been heart broken again and again,
And each time we heal
We lick our wounds and clean our tears
Trying to protect our battered ego.
We hold it up again and again
Like a cherished effigy, smiling
Notwithstanding our heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Our not-to-clear future, our unheard cry-cracked voices,
Despite the rigours of the trite rituals
Of our religions, our creeds, our norms;
Despite the guns, the bombs, the blades
That cut us clean and shatter our unborn hopes,
We still cuddle our earth like a cherished effigy
Dressed to pattern by virgin children
While it takes us down one after another
Jubilantly like a well trained military marksman.
Alas! Another phenomenon has been gone.

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Children of An Angry Father

When primeval men were made,
Someone said they were perfect,
But I ask them how plausibly so
Can perfection beget imperfection?
They laughed and I laughed in return.
Some others said they became selfish
And sought independence from their maker,
And rebelled against their irascible father.
Normally, if you say nothing
Nobody would ask you what you said,
So I laughed and did not say anything.
Some said they listened to a shape-shifting snake,
Some said an enemy came at night 
And planted a rotten fruit-bearing tree
Among the good trees in the garden.
I believe them all and would believe even more,
But they should believe me when I say:

The world is not good a place to be.
Just when we thought our nights are over
Our sun became covered in perpetual eclipse.

Life should not be imposed on man:
He should be allowed to choose to be born or not.
But unfortunately we have become;
Leaves tossed and tossed
By a simple wind in mid heaven;
Like canoes adrift a barren coast,
Whose oarsmen are blindfolded.
The passengers in intangible laughter
Could not recognize their seafront
Nor could decipher their homestead
Which has been overrun by pillagers from West!
We are simply stirred hither and titter
By the wave of a mighty sea,
The sea men call life.
But, it's not our fault that we came,
Undressed, fragile and weak.
While low self-esteem caresses our
Calm brow in a conscious helplessness.

The world is not good a place to be.
Just when we thought our nights are over
Our sun became covered in perpetual eclipse.

When subsequent men were made
It is so that they may find despair
Lying in wait at their door steps.
It is so that they may serve as food to death.
Who dare say to my hearing that
The gods do not kill people for fancy!
Death is like hawk and men are chicks;
It dives with its dastardly talons and red eyes
At us, sometimes winning its prize,
While our mother earth screams helplessly,
Taking us into her eternal womb like bitter pills.
Sometimes, when it goes back empty handed
There is always a festival of praise
Pending the next attack.

When future men will be bred,
I dare say, they'll stare death in the eyes,
They'd not be scared. They'd say;
"Death, if you come and did not see us,
Know that we've gone ahead of you
And are waiting at your door step.
But if you'd not want to waste the time
Coming to and fro for mere us,
Wait in your house, when we're well spent
And tired of this world, we'd come home and sleep".

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The Poet From the East

It's true that I was in town
When the trumpet sound
And soldiers came down
Spilling like ants on the ground:
Heralding the royal feast!
The Gods have had their seats
To celebrate the poet from the east
Whose lyrical prowess beats
The best they've ever heard.
It is heavenly inspired:
The lines of this bard,
His hands neither slack nor feel tired.
Here, the bard comes
Clothed in divine grace!
Let the trumpet sound; beat the drums
Let the world seek his face
For he has the power to heal.
His lines drew angels down
And make kings to kneel.
Let him have his prized crown.

Such is the power of poetry,
It is universal; devoid of bigotry.
It is the king's treasure,
It is a soldier's pleasure.
In that stately estate,
In that heavenly state,
Only to the brave
Would the sky be a grave.

It's true that everyone would die
Someday, that is why
If ever the poet should die;
Let his pen ascend to the sky,
Let heaven and earth mourn,
Let their tears turn to blood;
Let the graceful muses mourn,
Let their tears cause a flood
For the loss is without measure.
But there's end to every beginning
That's why the poet we should treasure
So that if he dies, he dies smiling.
Let the fire from his pen burn
First, in the heart of men
Then to the streets let its face turn,
Let it scorch the land till when
It has reached the palace and its tower
There too let it burn and smoke;
Let it bring every knee under its power,
Let it bring every neck under its yoke.

Such is the power of poetry,
It is universal; devoid of bigotry.
It is the king's treasure,
It is a soldier's pleasure.
In that stately estate,
In that heavenly state,
Only to the brave
Would the sky be a grave.

It's true that poets can be made
As much as they can be born,
There are those who trade in charade;
Who cannot our admiration won.
Behold the ancient bard!
Behold, in the morning he rises
With his book and ink in hand;
As sparkles flash from his eyes.
When in early morning birds are yet mute,
His countenance is always plain
He does not argue nor refute
But undisturbed he always remain!
In the abode of the poet
There is grandeur and majesty
Befitting a grand laureate poet
And a monument of modesty;
He is the poet at heaven's gate
Who have ran a fine race
He will never be late
He holds the ace.

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My Woman Viii - An Octet

I found my life path
Leading straight to your heart.
You left me gaping without any clue.
I've never seen one so true!
Your love is poisonous as it is healing;
I can only hear the moon sing
In a world where only us exist;
Your charms I find hard to resist.

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Seven Afriku

1.
Tired and desperate,
I walked out of the house
and out of poverty!

2.
The housefly perches
again on the cow dung
and back to our food!

3.
The sun sets by itself
Leaving nothing behind,
Not even a shadow.

4.
The sun rises this morning
Frowning at yesterday
and its sins.

5.
Birthdays,
Boys drink to stupor
Beautiful girls hide behind makeups.

6.
A green snake
Fork-tongued, licking from my tap
I, holding a bucket and a towel helplessly.

7.
The mosquito,
Pot-bellied from my blood,
Escapes through my clutched fingers!

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Lines Written In Sorrow For Nigeria

I could hear in my head their thousand shrill cries
While their homes burn, their throats slit,
Unpleasant thoughts of the bloods of the innocent
Bring sadness and tears to my eyes!

What has happened to the human soul 
That run through men of this beloved country;
It grieves my heart so much to think
Of these man's inhumanity to man!

From Northeast through North Central,
That once peaceful green Plateau
With it's beautiful weather and happy people
Each enjoying the air they breathe.

Their pain I cannot equate or measure
Nor can I fathom the devil that made
The marauder bands kill for pleasure;
To think that these disasters are man made!

If this deaths and shedding of innocent blood
Are nature's punishment as some believe,
For fostering 'One Nigeria' home and abroad,
Then we have plenty reasons to grieve!

Best it is then
To let each man to his tent,
Let them spread out their wings
Fly if they must, and feel the breezy air;
A house divided against itself never grows!

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My Love Is Patient

Love is patient
Love is far too kind
My love is unconditional
I want to give you all my love
I can’t keep it all to myself:
I lost my heartbeat, I found it in you
We beat together now!

What circle have you gotten me into?
Not that I want to get out of it!
I long to sleep and wake up every day
By your side to love and support you.

How did you chance upon this power
To open my mind and heart again to love?
You have been persistent in your love for me,
Your caring touches my heart,
Will I be able to contain all these?
The love, affection, care that you are capable of?
Will I be able to fully reciprocate?
You will always have the power to touch my heart
I have surrendered it all to you,
I want to be powerless when it comes to you.

We both know the meaning of love,
Never thought it could feel like this ever again
That feeling when you walk with that special woman
Or man in your life, glowing with pride!

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Rose

I
Your open petals,
Warm scent, welcoming smile
Ignites a fire from a mile;
Flame of passionate unwrought metals.

Please do not quench it that burns
But does not consume.
Let me be covered beneath those hidden turns
Where I constantly want a part of me;
I'm convinced it's charmingly death dealing
But enigmatic and mysteriously inviting.

II
Rose,
My eyes have seen enough,
I'm now strong, hard and tough,
I want a part too for my nose!

Let me feel your boundlessness,
The inside of your being;
The oily part, the New Testament's richness
Let me testify to your reign,
Let your fire consume me at once
Let me taste death in your hands!

III
Quietly release from your bud,
Let my insects pollinate your sweet essence:
The centre of excellence
And produce more lines of womanhood.

Do not extinguish this fire that burns
Through our forest of true love stories,
Let the fruit-eating birds
Disperse your seeds in their droppings;
Roses are red, let them regenerate.
And let the dead resurrect!

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Her Kiss Is Paradise: Henshaw Kate

Now and again my heart tried to freeze 
Until I behold the feet of the very best! 
At the shoulder of the evening breeze 
I quietly sort my wearied head to rest 
As the nightingale which sings for speech 
Swaggers home not to roost 
But to stay between my upper arm's reach 
Lending it's sonorous voice my joy to boost.

Oh Kate, immortalise me with your golden kiss 
And I'll present you with fleets of ship from Tarshish! 
Oh fair one, fairer than thousand morning stars 
I'd wish for you than little Solomon's wish.

See now the mother of all beauties! 
One look at her pretty face 
Is worth more than a thousand elsewhere. 
Her smile, as infectious as it is 
Feels like showers of rain, 
It's like countless open doors 
That leaves me with this drunken slowness 
And I stare, sometimes pulsing my video machine 
While she thrills my obsessed eyes. 
Kate, if I desire any river on this earth, 
It's that in which your beauty flows like kindness
I'll only kneel down, put a bouquet in a paperboat 
And let it sail free around the world 
Announcing your presence in the manner of Queen Elizabeth 
So that when almost my throat is parched 
You would make an oasis through your breath.

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I'Ve Not Forgotten How You Taste

"Chidinma"
Your name is celestial like Manna!
I have not forgotten the way you taste
Nor did the flavour left my savouring mouth.
Honey is sweet,
Sugar is sweet...yet don't taste the same!
Don't ask me why
My mind have refused to forget you
Don't ask me why I still feel the same cosmic
And butterfly effect each time your name is mentioned.

"Chidinma"
I pick your face up every morning,
Beautiful as the morning sun.
Your name is sweet. It drops as from honeycombs;
It tranquilizes me and lures me to sleep,
Each morning, it boots my whole body awake and drags me out of my bed
Into a lengthy reminiscence of the beauty that is you.
The constant image of your bright face
Reveals how embarrassed the sun always is.
Your feminine candour, resembles heaven as described in the book of Ezekiel.
Nothing is as fearful as the thought of not knowing you.
With you, there is no shame,
Nothing is awkward.
You turn my every word into melody;
That is, love, love, love and love!

Your smile meteors across heaven, brightened by the fire from your heart
I love being part of you. You smell like home,
Home is sweet, home is blue like love,
Which sometimes is red like the pepper
In your Okra and Vegetable soup garnished with smoked fish:
I hunger for it every now and again.