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I once had that Afro hair you now rock, oh yes i once had it.
Not in the 40s, not in the 50s but in the summer of the dark age. I was a pretty little thing, A fish and oh yes i swimmed all waters.
My blackness got it strength from that Afro hair, not the wigs you rock now that has no shadow under.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in front of the mirror and it sent messages to the slave masters that i have scribbled their skeletons on my wall.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in the club and a white brother got the message that liberty needs a glass.
My young Africans.
You rock your Afro hair in front of sloths, drink wild, your winks die and you lie you represent the liberation party.
My young Africans.
In the summer of the dark age i was among the black panthers, we pounced on herods and never wore another skin.
My young Africans.
How do you rock your Afro hair?
What do you make of the coco butter inside your skin?
Oh what an ebony skin you got.
My young Africans.
I'm Sekani
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2021
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Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands
Laughing at things as the world pass us by.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Writing us messages that have no bloodline.
Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation
There is a sunstroke in our land.
We dream of cassava songs in the market
We dream of an open vehicle that could bear the tiredness of our souls but we are at the verge of things.
Our chairmen our flag bearers of fences
Translators of black dreams with European mirror.
The white house is open for destitutes, kindred of destitutes that are china in African sun.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again and there is a sunstroke in our land
The scorching heat is against banana groves.
Look and see children on a hungry march in the metallic road.
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2024
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He just walked out and the baby has no golden diaper.
The floor is littered with cigarette ashes from yesterday dream.
He just walked out and the tears of a young mother lingers around the house.
The cupboard is not happy with rats.
He said the government is unfaithful with his hands yet angels meets with him at heavens gate for supper.
There are more garden to see angels.
He just walked out and the baby is crawling after him.
Suddenly the door is open with the breeze of his demise.
The household is in awe on his broken dream.
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2021
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I'm not my hair, neither am i my skin.
Although the light of my shade throws different shadows on the wall but no, Hey! I'm not what the mirror says I'm even rimless glass.
I lost my colour long long time ago, when the beast of our nation bruised the sun on this rubble and i was tied to my fate.
I fought the high hands that patted our faces with one colour and disintegrated the others.
I made smiles to touch the tears of children that lived in the skin and i was tied to my fate. I was tied to the filament of life.
Oh! I went through my serrated fears to sing for my people with painful colour but i sang.
I sang songs of freedom, songs of the mangrove and my people danced around, shouting across the walls and celebrating their colour.
Today the ebony of my skin tone is proudly celebrated and the freedom is me.
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I have lost my lines on love ever since your birth.
Lines i did stepped on in your name
Lines i weaved from the deep to feel the quiet ocean.
I lost it all ever since your birth.
I lost my dawn to a hard water that couldn't moisturize my hair
That couldn't see my skin and breathe on it.
You came along with the tide and i had to breathe.
I was a solitary reaper
Reaping the black notes of my heart
Reaping and overflowing with the sound.
I sang to you in the rain and had the worst beating of my life.
My family had cremated my pictures even mother earth.
I just tried to lay my green hands on you and saw your agbor dance with the wind.
You are the only song i sing when the sun come visiting.
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2022
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Every now and then
The cold blooded floor cements her dream.
Every now and then
She wakes up to the livid voice of her baby sinking into cupid rain.
The mercury of things on her chest is open as the cloud
Every now and then
She thinks of the diary of a teenage mother with baby sitter.
All these rotten times
She found no triangle in love.
All these rotten times
She saw no handwriting of her soldier on military wall.
Only the rose on his grave had kissed her thousand times in hazy vision.
Sometimes it seems as if the cloud over her head is drinking beer.
How will she find love in these rotten times.
Every now and then
She smiles at vegetative hands in the house of commerce.
I see a little love dripping out of her baby's feeding bottle.
I see a church of diapers becoming rare.
She's just 15 and mama is just a little girl.
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I'm sleeping away from hurt and metaphysical chuckles.
I need little time to track my wings and smile back at butterflies.
There are souls in the flower here but they speak of deceit and friction, perhaps i exist in the other side of my bed where bad influence is violet.
See what strings have cost my fingers of.
I have no flesh to wear away the hate and pain around the needle. My guitar is disturbing my peace.
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Here she is
The sunlight that stands on the hut of every man
Here she is
The mirror of Ojoto
Beads
Oh! beads are made in her name
But she's a heart that flirt with bags of fortune
Here is Edufa
A burning flame in the eyes of Maduka and Chike
Edufa
The heart of Chike is no China in the sun
You came to make treasures out of it
But now carry tenderness in your womb.
Last night
You came out of Maduka's hut
Looking coy and gracious
Flapping your hair in front of him and laughing at his cares
Charming goddess of daylight
Sharing your wrapper with Maduka and Chike
Is precarious
Chike is a war dagger
He will hit at your chest
Maduka is a hard sword
Waving in the wind
He will drink your blood
And these two strong hearts are sweet brothers in the battlefield
Now the war drum is beating
Edufa it is beating
The same night you slept on Maduka's lap for his golden cup
Chike was searching for you with the lantern of love
But how come
The lamp of hope took him to Maduka's hut for a common laughter
How come
These two strong hearts
Deceived their sword to kill love
Just because of a sunflower.
An African thunderstorm
Went against trees as a mockingbird fleed in tears
And i smelt blood
I smelt blood everywhere
The blood of Chike
Maduka and Edufa
Flowing in the green pasture of love
I saw blood littered on different leafs
I washed my tears with the water of Ojoto
Hoping that in the glimpse of time
This cloud will pass by.
Here she stands
On my painted wall
Here is Edufa
The golden sunset of Ojoto
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2025
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