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Passage

We were like men on earth,
We ate bread and drank from the same calabash as they,
When the time came we return to our world,
Signs were; Our toes refute the earth,
And, we walked with our foot suspended in the air.
Men who had four eyes saw,
And held their heart from straying off their chest,
“They are SPIRITS!” they cried,
But, they were no human than us,
For, humans do not have four eyes?
Their voices caused through the community,
But, everyone received it with disbelief,
“Unless we see, we will not reckon”
In twos and threes, they darted here,
We were here, standing above the ground.
We knew our time has come,
But, these people do not have eyes,
They came, but saw us as always,
The four eyed men stood on the doorway,
Guiding the blind through the right path.
We wanted to remain true to our humanism,
So, we held back the ball of fire in our hands,
If we wanted, we would have crushed them.
“Were you able to see for yourselves?”
“All we saw were our countrymen”
“You have eyes, but you cannot use them”
“How do you mean?”
“Come, let me guide you”
“Use your left hand to wash your face with your urine from this calabash,
Now, go and see again”
Trojan of people came thereafter, and saw,
Our toes have refused the earth,
“They are SPIRITS!”
Everyone held their chest,
But, all our feasts together, gushed from their mouth,
Some grew thin at once.
Oh! Today is our end on earth,
Our foot went first, then our bodies followed, and our faces.
Farewell!

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Ode To Faith

Way down in the depths of my heart,
Is a name whose fame is seizing my soul.
Golden pools of piercing eyes,
Entwined with time and divide my thoughts 
Into flames
Till I am reeling times.
Your touch divined my skin ablaze,
Till every ember burns out,
I would die a thousand deaths.
Just say you are mine, and
I would slip behind time, and
Halt a minute's progression.
This feeling of undying love
Has inspired an obsession in me.
I could spend hours spelling your name
On these lips which only queues questions;
Do you love me too?
Do you wake up in the moonlight to the thought of me?
My shy lips could not pronounce my love,
I once tried but my voice came out so faint,
I believe
Your desires are hungrier than mine.
From your ever ready ears, I can tell
Your arms are wide open to bosom
Forever waiting for me.

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Western Exiles

Come on, Exiles
To a banquet in Nigeria.
Hear now, the voice of jamboree
You deaf,
Perhaps, the blind can see the assorted service, 
Look here! Men do not sleep at night,
Who dares to sleep and give up his dreams?
The youths;
Toil all day, but
Reap sorrows and heartbreak.
Upon the riches of this clime,
Men dies paupers.
Look what goes on over here,
This is a casket of shame,
Disgruntled soul
Being buried in debt.
How do we pay off our fathers’ debt?
Our inheritance of distress,
Our fate is bleak.
Of all these wealth and abundance;
I have five fingers on my right, and
Five on my left,
My foot is not flat,
I can trek to Lagos for Babu.
I will keep walking
Till I reach my stretch, and
Give up my shame.

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Mixed Bag

In his likeness and,
Out of boundless love, he
Cursed the earth into existence.
Every man with a uniqueness which
Nourishes the sight.
When the clouds ladens and,
Thunderbolts rocks the earth,
Children fix their stares to the skies and,
Grace their eyes with arrays of wonderful colors.

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If Only You Knew

If only you knew what you are,
You will hung your shoulders atop
The skies, and
Suspend your head in the heavens.
I will tell you,
For an umpteenth time, and
With right honors, Madam,
You are formidable, like
The fleet arrayed in the blue line.
You are rare, like
The jewels of Chappal Waddi.
You are the sweet chill of dusk,
When the heat of the harmattan
Silenced on the mundane;
It swift in a gentle whirl,
Into my nerve, and
Stir the fevers clogging in my vains.
You may wish to know, or not;
You as with Anyawu, the sun
Will not cast to the reverse,
Your winks of scorches, certainly not
For a thousand prays, curses, and best wishes;
Wherever it willed,
It shined perfect, or
Gloomed in a lengthy slumber.

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Downcast Extolled

Nwanyi'agadi, the daughter of Nwanyi'kwele,
On our day of Armageddon,
We will publish your name upon the office of Justice,
Come, sit here and prevail.
You will stand on the fulcrum, and clench the Ofor into your right fist,
Become our judge, we beseech you,
You whose fury burns like the wild furnace,
Behold, this evil happened to our world two generations past,
She is the stain on white apron which defied the hardest scrub.
Cast her into the Niger, and leave her to the weight of her deeds,
If she sank, bury her heart at the bosom, and let her body stray.
Behold, this is the destitution which stole our communal joy,
He ate up our soup pot on fire, and left us with rumbling stomachs,
We have become patriots for the spices of stark supper.
Cast him into the Sahara, and let his fate decide his existence,
If Sahara grows grain, let him banquet, otherwise, leave him to hunger,
If he falls, let the vultures feast, and let the dust defy his carcass.
Behold, here comes the terror, the commander's conduit of power,
Desecrater of our tranquillity,
He is the leech on our nerves which sapped our marrows,
And left us trembling to his whims.
Lure him to the hatch of Alausa, let him proclaim himself to the estate,
Look the bullets piercing into his skin,
Tell not the world what your eyes has seen, lest
The hangman comes for your head.

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Good Heart Be Well

Have you seen my children?
I said, No,
Thank you, she said, but
I left them in the house, and
Now I can't find them.
Fast, go to the station, and
Make your case,
She took heed, and went.
Another day she returned,
My friend, she called, the will
Of the enemies shall not manifest
In your life,
In the name of Jesus,
I said Amen,
She thanked me, and left.
Her thanks was regardless to
Our former meeting, but culture,
How beautiful?
Another day, I caught her,
Dropping some crumbs of bread,and
Palm oil in two separate bowls
In my doorstep.
Other days, I saw her
Eating filth, and
Singing cheerfully as she dined.
Yesterday, she sat on the side of
The road talking her chest bare,
I stood on, and listened;
She was preaching the Gospel of Truth, and
She does so every morning.
O Merciful!
Lift now the burden ladened on
This precious soul.

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The End

Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!

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Our Redemption Will Come

Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of the season.
It was a misery, but it should happen again.
That subtle terror of ancient times has reincarnated somewhere around the arid region, within the Sahara dynasty. His emergence was terrifying through and through.
People hungered and bit their fists. People cried. People cursed. People died.
This was a season alike, and redemption must come. However, we do not know, but certainly, we must hide our faces from rancor in safe bosom.
Our haven bloated and puffed, and people wailed.
There were blockades canyoned into waylaid ambushes.
Where shall we go in the elevens with the pitfalls and the missiles?
We have no place to run, and even if we had, we cannot go.
Fright sapped marrows, and our stance daunted.
We can only fall to the ground and shut our eyes to fate.
So, we scuffled into ourselves, hymned and comfort came from the fluttering in the breeze.
Life pallets and blank pallets strayed all along.
We had carnages, and we fought the hovering vultures.
Eminent miseries overwhelmed our doggedness, so we fled.
Of truth, something happened, and redemption must come.
Our faiths are manned, but untold hysteria looms.
We shall sit our cheeks between our thighs until one good deed happen to our world.
Convulsion must come, but good will prevail.
Until then, I will have one more pint of darkrum to keep alive.

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Dear Azrael

O son of the morning,
You have come in the dark hour,
The darkness have drenched my strengths,
And, I am as handicap as the lames on lonely paths.
O cold Angel,
You have come with vigor,
I pray you this once,
If you do not know my father's love,
Do not touch my soul.
O light of the darkness,
My days are young,
Call 105 years to come.