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Beware of the Ides of the Men On Black

"Beware Of the Ides of the men on black"
The judges and jurors of our fates, blink.
Every time we will, they will reform it
They even gave them new uniforms
But they preferred the black 'It suits them mos'
And more guns,lesser humanity.

The Leaders of tomorrow are forbidden from seeing the morrows.
Put on rags, glorify poverty; 
Just maybe, you will live to see another day of this craze of population control.
While the men on black and their rifle embark on patrol.

Pim pim, 
Vroom vroom,
Police vans, parked by road sides
And policemen standing akimbo on major roads 
With flash torches, flashing bright lights 
Into the faces of incoming drivers
And their passengers if any.
A remainder of
'You better hold change 
Or we seize the whole money'


'The Police is Your friend' with stern faces
Hello, young man may we know you. 


"Paddy mi, make we gather reach town" 
4:20pm, Fresh fine boys gunned downtown.
One, two shots!
Another happy-trigger officer had shot his shots.
"Oga Olopa wetin my pikin do you?" 
The oceans flowed endlessly, as their mothers cried.

"Tattoo, dreadlocks, piercing not our culture!"
The Police report read.
For dumbness echoes now, while wisdom has been coerced into a deep sleep.
The toils of tomorrow built with the youth's blood.





    

GHOPS (Pa Shakespeare) x  O.C Adolf

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Africana

Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution.

Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again
But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more and black.
Mathew R, 2014.
initiator, AFRICANA - the movement ©

AFRICANA (A Poem )

"Our forebears broke kola nuts
And offered prayers
To the benevolent maker,

Whose name varied from one tribe to another.
They lived in peace and harmony."
This was way before
The meek white missionaries
Made landing on our shores.

Africana
They condemned our customs and traditions.
They said our ways were too primitive.
So they burnt down our shrines
And in its stead,
They gave us their three C's.
(Christianity, civilization and commerce)

Africana
These white saviours, in their glowing white robes Baptised our forebears
In the name of the Father, his Son and his Holy Spirit.
Whilst our fore-elders learnt how to pray,
They formed a government,
And on our natural Resources they preyed.

Africana
Albeit their government lynched our forebears.
In the church,
Both the oppressed and their oppressors
Screamed amen.
From two conspicuously separated rows;
The salvation bringers occupied the front seats
The back seats, sanctified for the blacks.
And they said their God was impartial.

Africana
They captured, tortured and shipped
Our forebears to the americas;
To work their cane plantations,
Cotton fields, paddy fields, sugar plants.
The unfortunate ones, thrown overboard
To swim Frank's ocean.

Africana
And many centuries after their first landing.
We, the descendants of former slaves,
Rose from our slumber
And fought for Africa's uhuru.
This freedom many willingly laid down their lives...
And when at last,
We were declared independence,
Our struggle for survival begun.

Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

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Mother

Mother


*yoruba edition*


'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 for you 
Omo mi, sugbon yio dara fun e
She assures her young child.
Nitori ti omo ko ba ni ayeye o wa ni owo iya
The pains of motherhood. 

A mother is a child's guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go; 
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.

Iya ni Wura! 

A woman who has children, does not die. 
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children 
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she's gone. 

Every child will grow up, 
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother's milk is priceless.






Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare 








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Mother -Igbo Edition

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 
Enwe oganihu o no n’aka nne
The pains of motherhood.


 
A mother is a child’s guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go; 
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.

Nne enweghi onu ahia

A woman who has children, does not die. 
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children 
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she’s gone.

Every child will grow up, 
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother’s milk is priceless.




Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare






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Naked

NAKED

*an ode to Fatherhood*







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I have always wanted to see
The different colors of the earth
To travel the round edges of the planet
To swim the pacific and fish the Euphrates.
I have been ready for this world 
But this world does not want to see me yet 
Nature tells me,
For i am naked.

I have sought to go places 
Where no man has been to.
To dance to the lyre
From a Scottish ballad,
To drink from an elephant tusk, 
Filipino wine.
I have been ready for this world 
But this world does not want to see me yet,
Nature interrupts ;
Go make peace with your household
For you are naked!

Achie,
My papa said the easiest way to see the world  
As a proletariat is through the honey rich pages 
Of the book.
This book, he invested all he ever earned.
My son fair well in life, he says.
Please do not forget your humble beginning
Nature reckons on me 
For i am naked!

My papa is crude and destitute 
He has paid his blood and sweat for my literacy 
"You will do more than i have done, my son"
He echoes to the wind that travels to the west.
My papa is not aware that in this book world 
You are who you know.
I have appeased the elements to make way for me 
For my father is aging.
Nature tells me to go and make peace at home 
For i know i am naked.














G H o P S
X 
M c J

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On Cultism

'From A LIth Book Of Tales'



On Cultism...



'Dodorima, Abankrier, Obuogede, Awumen,Omi'


Shout and chants that derails youths of their Concentration and goals in life.
Community brought us all together 
But secret societies;
The blacks,blues,yellows,reds,greens.
Each having their own evil agenda,
Killing the dreams of tomorrow 
Our tomorrow, their sad outcome.
They now cause pain, sorrow, hatred
And sour bitterness.
The elders laid these foundations
So we know
Same elders who laid waste, all hope on tomorrow,
Still hope for a divine change
A better tomorrow.

We had all wanted to grow up so fast
Three little boys, friends forever 
We'd promise,
Then college -

'The future these ones gleamed at a rush, 
I wan be bros so soon mehn
So i fit show all these em bros eh poblem.
Wahala and kakataka follow everywhere
They go now.
'the leaders of tomorrow'
Them just fall one guy for front jus now
Scores na 7 - 8, we go equal am soon believe.
Mothers cries and wails swell up to heaven mos 
For the street, that one na jam, them never see
Hearts harden, 
The devil trembles,
The earth swollen
Gods didn't do this, 
Man did.
The hate we gave to the little ones 
Came back to F everything up.
The faults in our own stars...





    *****'closes chapter'*****




Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare ...
Efosa Shadraque

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Ramadan Kareem

Ramadan Kareem




Alhamdulillah, 
The crescent moon is sighted
The dawn of another Ramadan.

In these Four Weeks of mercy, 
30 days of worship, 
720 hours of Spirituality,
43,200 Minutes of Forgiveness, 
2592000 Seconds of Happiness, 
May Allah accepts our good deeds, 
Forgive our transgressions and sins, 
And ease the suffering of all peoples.

May the great Allah shower our paths 
With light and knowledge!

May Allah always guard us all
Throughout our journey in life

May the great Allah  fill our lives
With health, wealth and joy

May Allah infuse in us courage.
Courage that will help us all 
To triumph over the adversities of life.

May this Ramadan enlighten us;
Clear our understandings and judgment 
Between right and wrong, truth and false.

And may be teachings of The Prophet 
Sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam
Be our guide through out this holy month.
La ilaha illa l-Lah, Muhammadun Rasulu l-Lah 



As-Salam-u-Alaikum











GHOPS

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When You Die, What Will You Be Remembered For

"In These Days, We Prayed"

19/04/2019






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On this journey, we call life,
We are all survivers.
Striving daily, 
Hoping for another life. 

But time, 
And the time cometh for us also to die.
When you pass away
What will you be remembered for?

Of stakes, in deeds 
Of love or hate 
Of either good or evil
When you do pass away,
What will you be remembered for?

Dirges at funeral sites
One moment of silence observed,
Then, altogether We forget the dead,
To truly die.

As memories 
Are blisters on a sore throat.
And Dreams, 
Nightmares when a sisters body bloat.

We will all die
Later or Sooner,
We never really know when or how.
Yes! We are but men.
So when you do pass away
What will you be remembered for ?





Pa Shakespeare (GHOPS) X Pa Brait

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Strife -Wandering Heart-

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When the battle seem lost, and hope not nearby.
I'd remember my mother's voice saying to me
'Omo mi, you sef like your peers will go to school
So you can have a better fighting chance in life. 

Like my peers,
I wasted four years of my adult life running
From pillar to post;
From fellowship to writing impromptu test.
To more test, homework and eventually
The 'oga kpatakpata' of them all examination.

I shut my eyes, heart to the happenings
Around me, I and something within me;
Somewhat a force worked hard daily,
So that I won't end up disappointing baami.
But the miles to gaining one's full strength
Is never close by. 

To God I did my best,
But oga lecturer said
In the university system,
You have to scratch backs to pass, and
My parent didn't have enough hands to spare. 

Throughout my curriculum,
I waged wars with hunger and despair.
I wore feigned smiles to class and played
The role of a merry - going fellow
Whenever I passed the administrative blocks.

'If I had known earlier that school was not meant
For me, I for kukuma nor go waste my time there.'
Goodbye friends and foes alike.
For the love you showed me
Whilst we were together, was insincere and spiteful.
Please now are forever take your eyes off me, you ruthless liars!
For your passage through this process was bought
With gifts both in cash and in selfless service to humanity. 

Now If my father say to me,
Son why didn't you do what your mates did
In school to pass.
I'd reply my father saying,
But how do you expect me to live with myself.
For lying to others I can comprehend,
Not otherwise. 

So please mama even though the world spite me
Love me dearly, for if I lose my sanity .
My fate will be far worse
Than those who are but only dead. 






Richy Talaranta X Pa Shakespeare