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The Insatiable White Creatures

Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.

Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.

As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.

They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.

Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental  nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!

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Fooled, Broken and Dumped

The aircraft landed in Nigeria,
The day, 27th December, year 2018
And the airport taxi brought him home,
Mornings and afternoon's
Filled with sounds and sunshine
Amongst the family.
The affluent splendor of his foreign accent herald the days
Yuletide season! He's come from abroad, well, Europe.
* *

As the dying day dies beautifully
In the tender glow of the evening,
The hope of an epitome of the African beauty
Rose gracefully from its catacomb.
She is a lovely maiden
that looks good in a broken mirror,
Oblivious of an awful and implacable approach of doom,
She craves money and an abroad based dude for a groom.
* *

Tall and handsome like an actor
Was the deceitful Casanova.
The village stream paved the fate of their meeting,
Like magic, her heart paused for him,
Cellular numbers exchanged,
Undying love promised,
Later, three dollars and a one dollar sweater,
Lip gloss, perfume and skirt given,
Her day , made worthwhile.
* *

Driven in a Venza car,
To a home far away from home,
Bottles of Fanta, Galla and stories for compliment,
Minutes were spent , the bar and hours in room.
Her caring local boyfriend now a heap of rub-bish,
She wiggles as the iPhone
Pictures her worthless frame,
Little does she know, it'll be deleted soon.
* *

The day, 2nd January, year 2019
Maintained the ceaseless onflow of time,
"I came back from UK, to this village, to marry a wife, you my perfect choice"
Lie old as time,
Sinking deep in her heart like steel thrown in an ocean
Words made her legs wide,
Gonorrhea, syphilis and chlamydia infested,
Chill of the night, he left for UK,
Memories of her forgotten,
Too cheap a girl she was
Sadly, all which glitters ain't diamond.

She was fooled, used, dumped,
Impregnated and broken,
Now she means nothing to him, she was
Only filling the blank
Left for a white abroad woman.


A Stewart Annie Everestus's poems © 2009

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I Know a Country

I know a country,
With three set of citizens,
The rich, 
The well fed slaves,
And the hungry free people.

I know a country,
Where graduates are jobless with buried hopes,
In this country, so many lies told are believed to be the truth,
Religious intolerance and extremism causes discrimination,
And there is over dependence on crude oil than agriculture, education and youth empowerment.

I know a country,
Where corruption, favouritism, tribalism are never against the law.
In this country, the educated ones work for the illiterates.
The government spends money in fighting terrorism,
But can not really feed the poor masses they are protecting.

I know a country,
There, during the time of accountability,
The administrative office would be set ablaze,
The financial records would be erased,
Even mysterious animals do swallow millions of money,
And nobody will say anything.

I know a country,
Where the security agencies molest and kill her citizens more than diseases,
In this country, fundamental human rights are abused and neglected,
Election is never free and fair,
Underdevelopment and embezzlement of public fund is the order of the day.

This country might be my motherland!
But I'm not really sure.

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She's Just Tired

She’s just tired and scared of walking home alone,
Stepping outside in the dark is among her greatest threats,
Honestly, she is afraid that any day she opens the doors and windows,
might be her last,
A hint of death in the icy breath of the gale.

Every rustle in the nearby bushes sounds like a predator in search of her flesh and blood,
Also; every set of footsteps behind and around her is frightening,
She is utterly detached from all segments life,
An inexplicable and uselessly cruel caprice of fate.

At the wake of dawn, she will be trembling, fumbling, heart pounding,
Her afternoons do feature clumsiness, muddled thinking, short breath and her vision blurring.
Sweating, screaming, mumbling, anxiety, depression, lack of motor control, insane thoughts, and lack of motion wouldn’t let her be every night,
A fathomless depth of suffering.

She is just tired of carrying herself with less dignity,
Every now and then, people do stare at her with less respect,
Could it mean that she was an incomplete human?
She is tired of holding her breath until she is behind her closed doors.

She is really tired of those uptown and uncivilized men,
Who normally walk into her residence in search of her for a quickie,
They want to have a taste of her.

Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
All her scattered impulses are gathered into a passionate act of courage,
Today, she tells them with steel in her voice, fire in her eyes and iron her spine,
“Please, you need to leave. I’m not a harlot and have no relationship with you".
And when they look shocked, like an ant caught in a cobweb,
She get heated because they were expecting a scared and vulnerable little damsel,
Instead they got a strong, bold and fearless African girl,
Because she is nothing if not,
tough and well-built human to challenge intimidation and fight inferiority complex.

She is an African girl,
With an intense and insatiable hunger for light and truth,
Ready to embrace with ardor the prospect of serene leisure,
And must think like a man and act like a lady,
She was not built like other girls from other races,
She was never soft and malleable,
Because she was forced to forge her own path to succeed in life,
Loving or hating her by society,
At peace or war,
It can’t break or make her,
She was self made and that is just it.


A Stewart Chekiri Everestus's poem © 2019

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We Are Graduates

We have graduated from many prestigious tertiary institutions,
With flying colors,
Competent and resourceful,
But we are roaming around the streets, homeless, penniless and jobless.

We have been trained,
Under the scorching sun and in the rain,
In skill acquisition 
And entrepreneurship development (SAED),
But we are neglected, so we resort to crimes,
And daily marched toward the docks.

We have studied the Constitution and Civic Education,
Equipped ourselves daily
With the articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,
Found out that we are the leaders of tomorrow,
A lie as old as time itself.

Since we have tasted poverty and dormancy,
And can't even say when they will stop politicking with our future,
It's high time we make up our minds,
To changelessly be or not to be,
Perpetual hungry applicants or educated and hopeless scholars.

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Beyond the Sky

Beyond the sky

The plain ground calls,
Like drop of water falls,
Offering bed of roses,
A real or an imaginary paradise it poses,
Below, I wasn’t ready to break more walls.

The blue bowel above remained visible,
Reminding me to soar – it’s advisable,
A much more deadly path to thread,
Many ascended, felled but I dared,
Leaving my footprints there - indelible.

Life has never been fair,
A heavy oppression seemed to brood upon the air,
Covered time and space determines our fate,
Not a mere figment of a poet's fancy that you should hate,
But I have made my choice like the wretched bearing Sinclair.

I choose, my decision -- going beyond the tumultuous sky,
Bearing all the stifling sensation of pains, I still fly,
Because in destitution, I see no sudden gleam of insight,
Since I know only by flying higher can I see the light,
With the inspired ray in my eyes, I need to try.

I’m done dallying in maudlin regret over the past,
Since my life is moving too fast,
On a fathomless speed of movement,
To a realm of golden improvement,
There I will be self actualized at last.


A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019

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The Promises of White Elephant

This might not be a pleasant flow of appropriate language
A somewhat complicated and abstruse diction
Maybe, a puerile illusion…
You think so?
Imagine and picture that clearly
Because if in our quest to achieve greatness and becoming self actualized
With an acute sensibility coupled with quickness of intellect
Adhering to forms and modes
Like an admirable mastery of technique
Then we rise and fall, most times, kick the bucket
Know it that the truth was sold and not told

Many of us want to go home
To see the smiles of our lovely mothers and hope in our fathers eyes
Share our joys and pains with siblings at home
But it seem almost impossible when the environment is too rigid, killing us all

We are exploited, underrated, neglected and marginalized
Daily, we lack money, food, guide, formal education and the dividends of true democracy
Hard to remove – toxins of hard drugs and frustrations in our heart’s arteries
Chiefly speaking to our minds
And that’s what we have been listening to
A voice as soft as cotton and soothingly amazing
Already, we have faulted religions and politics
None got the true ethics and codes to a fulfilled life
That was yesterday

Today, the politicians are speaking through the media
With their promises of white elephants
Hoping we rise and vote during election
While they will later ignore and abandon us
And that will be during job appointments, employments and selections
We meant nothing to them initially.

A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019

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Raped To the Soul

You came in but the dog didn't bark,
Even the walls of the room knows the smell of your perfumes.
Your smiles were warm but heart dark,
Like a diesel engine emitting fumes.

Just like a monster in the building,
You attacked and tore through her hymen,
That hurts like hell and she's bleeding and pleading,
But you still spilled your worthless semen.

Years have passed,
And she is still perturbed.
The mess you left are bloodily versed,
She haven't spoken yet and everything in her world are today disturbed.

You took away her virginity,
And raped her to the soul without pity.

Dedicated to all the raped girls in Nigeria and all over the world.
Speak out and don't die in silence.

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Your Heaven Is Cold Without Me

All these years, you risked your life endlessly,
Protecting me from the cold world effortlessly.
You relied on my promises,
Kept me clean in my dirty premises,
Like a fetus, your love developed ceaselessly.

In hard times, you kissed away my pain,
When you don't even know what you stand to gain,
Soothingly amazing was your last word
In a heartbreaking world,
Healing and overwhelming me to the brain.

In my perfect imperfections,
You aided modifications,
Paying no mind to uncivilized talking lips,
Against our divine trips,
A blessed intimation and visible justifications.

One day, like a projected missile, their bullets thundered,
One of the killer seed meant for me took your soul and you were lowered.
I stood at your grave to weep,
But you were not there and do not sleep,
Hey! A mystery - many still wondered.

Money couldn't buy you so I didn't sell my gold,
Sure, the truth must be told,
I believe in your immortality,
A cherished and chosen mentality,
I miss you a lot and without me by your side, I think your heaven is cold.


This poem is dedicated to Asandia Edem, the cousin of Victoria Kingwell, who was shot dead during a gang shootout in Calabar, Saturday, April 30th, 2011: Rest in peace.

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In Our Homeland

The sun rose slowly over the horizon and fell,
We are the giant of Africa,
Relying on the neighboring and international dwarfs for economic and socio-political development,
A situation for the angels to weep over.

Corruption, marginalization, favoritism, nepotism and insecurity hung like wet blankets,
Families are crying, children are dying,
The government remained silent as the sheeted dead,
A total impression sickeningly pathetic.

All that's beautiful drifted away like the waters running downhill,
No one is talking about poverty eradication and youth empowerment,
The valorous activists that once voiced out where assassinated,
The gutty and lettered are currently on the run.

Anxiety and uncertainty hung like a dark impenetrable cloud,
The only people feeding fine are those who can lie and steal,
Religious groups, correctional agencies and the leaders have lost their worth.
We are doomed.
All our thoughts, hope and future are running into tears like sunshine into rain.

Our lovely mothers are now competing with whores on the streets,
Just to make money to support our visionary, jobless and hopeless fathers,
The youths have resorted to crimes for survival,
Our citizenship has turned to a curse in broad daylight.
Choked by a rising paroxysm of rage, 
We advocate for a revolution.