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Bamanga Bashir Poem
I love Nigeria but it is a secret.
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Rainbow in Wednesday
echoes of nothing audience
society stresses.
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Bamanga Bashir Poem
Dreams of December,
this tale is twelve years old now.
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Even upon that I cannot guest,
this world that is free and fair,
the latitude here is 45s, of course the other test,
did the law permit me to bear?,
the strikes of all hear say now,
imagine if I dreamt a nightmare,
that last September a horizon is vow.
Seems now what appears a twist,
how can it be that there is a smoke without fire?,
how can it be that criticism is just first?,
ay!, things of the earth of sere,
ay!, turn now and then and there and here,
ay! gnome so, ay! acne, ay! life of wilt,
the sky did contained stars, unwearied there.
Nigerians are happy to once more strive,
yore,now and morrow, of course, did we serve our own?,
did we tell that sunshine is love?,
alas!, when we can no more check,
these, who loss through almost due,
is it ourselves?.
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Night economy,
sister, come tomorrow.
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What if life is a gift of thought?,
here yonder at a celestial splendour,
what if nature is a thing of beauty and zest?,
and what if dream itself is a twain in December?,
dust can be fooled them anon,
for this is a culture that I found funny and lovely,
to hold me as if the world would then be yon.
Earth is gold and gold is earth,
fantasy to fantasy, right there I, is it realm?,
a word one man said that heart can wish,
even fonder than to visit all planets, yonder is a dream,
calculus is my hobby against a loss,
now, what if life is a journey of mission at times,
I did keep my pace leaping up against tis wears.
There is a country and continental defaulters too,
how bitter is pain and how bitter is rot,
if upon twas barbaric, now is thus given to,
and if upon a dream everybody is not an exception to wit,
and traverse freely through the earth east or west,
at what sigh other than zest is fun?,
thus a tale I hope to retire later to rest.
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Who can bear
a trouble of another?
but the ignorant
impose that by leading people to accept their whim and trouble
because that is only what they
can muster to the world
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is abortion, stealing and corruption
why, why, why,
why is clash, conflict and war
why, why, why,
why is family problem, cheating and unknown killing
why, why, why,
why is truancy, dropout and illiteracy
why, why, why,
why is selfishness, ego and atheism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is cultism, bribery and tribalism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for prostitution
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for drinking and gambling
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for magic, witchcraft and unknown immolation
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is slavery and colonisation
if it is a lie
why, why, why
why the same trouble marker
will suspect and hang his trouble
to an innocent
I knew something dark
yet it is what is to be
morked through.
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I remember when I was seventeen years
earth to me
was nothing more than
a highlands and lowlands
inhabited and uninhabited by men
and women
love to me then was a down to earth
gift to rest my mind
I came and saw and
conquered
nothing I would hear exist
I couldn't accept
be it a tale , a show, a trick
or a sort of abstraction to say
nothing that was stated
amidst that couldn't
find a space in my mind
however, quack or mockery
a smoke was
there was a time
when Titi was
fourteen or fifteen years old
had I merely talked to her
may be nothing would have
stopped it
may be nobody would have
discovered such a story
or fiction
may be I would have
catched fire and exploded
may be I would have
earned from her
a strange and bad thing
to beat and smother my defence
may be I would have
faded and weared
there was a time
when my feelings and love
power
was a lot higher than my
head
,had some people suggested to
me then
I may have succumbed to them
I may have reliqushed to their whims
I may have accepted their words
I may have felt like them
I may have dreamt to them
I may have turned out to wear
I may have lost my way
lost myself and become someone
beaten and smashed to crush
there was a time
when my life was
turning to a notice
and what I could muster then
still was a little if not
nothing homely
had some people invited me
to their smoke and fire
may be I would have
yielded and crowned around
that smoke and fire
may be I would have
considered and remained
again and again
loyal and obedient to it
May be I would have
taught and invited
many concerning that smoke
and fire,
oh a story anytime
I remember I jolt
how childhood should be guided
through
to be colourful tomorrow.
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Bamanga Bashir Poem
An echo:-
a pigeon,
checks all round.
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Bamanga Bashir Poem
Here,
a step,
to the moon.
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