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Way To the Top

If life will daunt my 
steps,I will crawl.If 
stones will stumble my 
knees,I will walk. If 
obstacles will cripple my 
feet,I will run. If lines 
will stop my legs,I will 
leap. If the ground will 
ground me,I will fly. If 
the sky will limit me,I 
will soar. I will soar like 
the eagle and ride on 
the wings of the wind. I 
will mount the 
mountain and from the 
top,count the counters 
of the trophies I have 
won on my way to the 
top.

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Death

Too-bad
Too-sad

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A Green World

Red 
coals 
in 
a 
green 
world,fanning                  
live 
embers.                      
The 
steam 
that 
goes 
forth 
are 
as  
poisonous 
as 
peroxide,and 
yet 
we  
sit 
tight,adding 
more 
coal 
to 
the                       
embers.                                                                                   
The 
steam 
that 
goes 
forth,goes 
no                        
farther                        
But 
hangs 
above 
us 
and 
shall 
soon   
rain 
on 
us 
more 
lethal 
droplets      
than 
the 
green 
gasses 
we 
emit.                                                                                                                       
Then 
the 
oceans 
will 
rage 
andseek                  
propitiation                      
in 
our 
homes. 
Our 
landscape 
will   
dry 
and 
our 
hearts 
shall 
dry 
with   
it. 
Our 
green 
world 
then 
will 
turn  
red 
and 
shall 
consume 
us.                                                                                                                                       
But 
what 
shall 
become 
of 
our                        
children?                                                                                                                                             
So 
now, 
let 
us 
quench 
the 
coals                        
that 
burn                      
And 
kiss 
our 
little 
green 
world,for       
in 
it 
is 
our 
paradise,and 
the          
beauty 
of 
Eden's 
bloom. 
None        
shall 
we 
see 
if 
we 
search 
else         
where. 
None 
else 
can 
we 
call      
home 
'cept 
our 
pretty 
green 
world

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Sotto Voce

I 
am 
the 
voice 
in 
the 
early 
twilight 
calling.I 
am 
the 
voice 
that 
cried 
in 
the 
dusk. 
Am 
the 
limbs 
shaking 
and 
the 
lungs 
convulsing. 
I 
own 
the 
tongue 
that 
cracked,the 
lips 
that 
parched 
and 
the 
running 
nose 
behind 
the 
dank 
blanket.........................................................  
I 
am 
the 
voice 
among 
equals 
whinning 
among 
few 
unequals. 
My 
spine 
bears 
the 
many 
whose 
rags 
twist 
my 
neck 
and 
I 
bend 
her 
back 
and 
our 
fate 
coil 
side 
by 
side 
in 
one. 
In 
one 
our 
spalour 
binds 
us;mine 
a 
dirty 
stool 
a 
swollen 
limb 
and 
they 
said 
PEM 
too.She 
has 
the 
heart 
beat 
bleeding 
hot 
blood,the 
callused 
soles 
cracking 
and 
they 
sterile 
nodule 
pleading 
in 
vain 
servility 
behind 
the 
black 
blanket.........................................................   
I 
am 
the 
voice 
now 
mewling 
in 
the 
crust 
of 
the 
night 
and 
scorching 
by 
the 
day. 
I 
lay 
panthing 
and 
waisting 
from 
a 
redeemable 
curse. 
Am 
the 
limbs 
cippled 
and 
the 
lungs 
sneefing. 
Am 
not 
the 
fist 
clenching 
the 
playcard...eyeing 
the 
lence,but 
behind 
the 
mesh 
wriggling 
and 
certainly 
deing. 
Am 
not 
Abiku's 
emissary,but 
I 
die 
with 
the 
corn 
starch 
dripping 
from 
my 
lips 
and 
I 
pass 
the 
stool 
to 
anothe 
whose 
fate 
as 
mine 
lay 
in 
percent,whose 
memoria 
is 
their 
number 
and 
not 
their 
name. 
Now 
they 
chant 
the 
elegy 
over 
tomorrows 
cremains 
and 
my 
voice 
falls 
into 
a 
diminuendo 
and 
shall 
never 
rise 
again,but 
my 
bones 
continues 
to 
whisper 
behind 
the 
earth 
in 
sotto 
voce.

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Nagging

Bad beaked beatle,biting 
badly like a busy bug on 
my bare black back and 
it began to bleed bile 
bitter blocks of 
blameless 
blood,balefully  .

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Pebbles

Stones 
washed 
ashore 
by 
a 
furious 
sea,rushing 
like 
yellow 
buses 
on 
a 
frenzied 
flight. 
The 
pebbles 
washed 
out 
lay 
like 
an 
abandoned 
offering 
to 
an 
unpunctual 
deity 
who 
may 
come 
or 
stay 
back 
to 
make 
supplications. 
The 
sea 
in 
rage 
threw 
them 
at 
the 
feet 
of 
men,beast 
and 
the 
wild 
wearing 
of 
the 
wind. 
They 
lay 
there 
like 
orphans 
in 
an 
enternity 
of 
sorrow:then 
came 
the 
heavy 
rains 
of 
the 
moonsoon,the 
sad 
sunday 
sun 
and 
the 
wild 
west 
wind,and 
they 
laid 
their 
like 
destitutes. 
Then 
one 
day,a 
forelone 
fellow 
came,wrecked 
by 
the 
sea 
and 
thrown 
to 
the 
shores. 
He 
squart 
among 
the 
hapless 
stones;picked 
one 
to 
scrub 
his 
callused 
soles,another 
to 
cuddle 
like 
a 
chubby 
child. 
They 
bonded 
like 
water 
and 
cassava 
flour. 
A 
stone 
in 
his 
hand, 
a 
million 
lonesome 
stones 
on 
the 
shore. 
He 
picked 
one 
and 
in 
it 
sparked 
a 
hopeful 
glit. 
He 
sighed, 
andlooked 
before 
the 
sun. 
A 
pearl 
among 
pebbles? 
An 
end 
to 
his 
troubles.

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Diorama

I 
saw 
them,a 
pair 
of 
furious 
hen;hauling 
stones 
and 
throwing 
firebrands 
and 
I 
winked 
at 
the 
ominious 
exchange 
for 
it 
was 
in 
the 
dry 
season.                                                                                              
I 
heard 
the 
horrow 
from 
the 
annals 
how 
blood 
spewed 
ghastly 
like 
geysers 
and 
turned 
our 
clan 
to 
a 
ghost 
town;and 
seeing 
their 
altercation 
load,my 
knees 
wobbled.                                                                                                       
I 
sighed 
and 
nearly 
sanked 
as 
the 
scuffle 
poke 
their 
cheeks 
in 
the 
littering 
of 
dry 
foilage 
and 
then 
brother 
james 
grafitti 
on 
my 
flushed 
face 
flashed. 
My 
ears 
heard 
wheels 
of 
running 
chariots 
and 
the 
boom 
boom 
of 
war 
and 
my 
hand 
moved 
to 
nip 
the 
budding 
inferno.

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A New Africa

Africa, 
our 
Africa 
wearing 
sack 
clothes 
and 
ashes 
of 
shame. 
This 
was 
not 
the 
land 
our 
fathers 
fought 
with 
their 
aneamic 
blood. 
It 
is 
not 
the 
jewel 
that 
was 
bought 
with 
a 
costly 
pay,though 
many 
who 
sweated 
in 
that 
haggle 
folded 
it 
in 
their 
breast 
pocket 
and 
picked 
its 
contents 
one 
by 
one 
like 
groundnut 
seed/// 
Africa, 
my 
Africa 
now 
torn 
like 
rag 
in 
bits 
and 
sold 
the 
worth 
of 
a 
mask;entertaining 
and 
shocking. 
Is 
this 
your 
pace, 
slow 
like 
the 
milipede 
in 
foiled 
attempts?  
Is 
this 
you 
begging 
arms 
with 
perforated 
plates. 
Weeping 
dry 
tears?  
You 
dwafed 
like 
afflicted 
stems 
on 
succulent 
tree?/// 
Oh! 
Africa 
land 
of 
good 
grain. 
Your 
farmished 
figure 
fades 
away 
our 
faith 
in 
thee. 
It 
makes 
us 
curse 
the 
cord 
that 
hold 
us 
even 
before 
birth,but 
tears 
cannot 
wash 
away 
your 
blackness 
on 
our 
skin. 
In 
this 
fire 
that 
burn 
you,though 
hotter 
than 
hell, 
we 
shall 
mingle 
our 
tears 
and 
through 
steadfast 
march 
redeem 
our 
Africa 
from 
servitude.

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When Our Stories Shall Be Told

When 
our 
stories 
shall 
be 
told 
and 
our 
chronicles 
opened:sad 
empty 
tales. 
Who 
will 
not 
spit 
and 
denounce 
such 
shameful 
tales?, 
what 
eye 
shall 
prode 
on 
it 
without 
reeling 
a 
curse.                
An 
era 
that 
polished 
their 
gourds 
with 
the 
blood 
of 
their 
dead 
and 
in 
it 
intered 
their 
natal 
milk. 
What 
eye 
shall 
view 
such 
shame? 
What 
tongue 
shall 
tell 
such 
tales?
Such 
stories...such 
history,let 
it 
forge 
a 
pole 
star,to 
draw 
our 
feet 
lest 
we 
stumble 
again,or 
our 
children 
consider 
an 
ominious 
alternative 
as 
we 
did.
Promising 
though 
it 
sounds;beguilling 
in 
fact 
that 
history 
teaches 
us 
nothing,than 
the 
nostalgic 
euphoria 
of 
once 
upon 
a 
time. 
It 
grinds 
frenzied 
chronicles 
into 
an 
inert 
dust 
of 
mere 
reminiscence 
and 
few 
leave 
the 
detritus 
unaltered.
Even 
the 
remains,though 
authentic 
or 
hoax,complete 
or 
distorted 
kicks 
us 
in 
the 
face 
and 
we 
ferry 
them 
like 
gatekeepers 
across 
the 
river 
of 
greed 
as 
a 
frivolous 
otiose 
hanging 
painfully 
on 
our 
neck.
So 
when 
our 
stories 
shall 
be 
told,either 
by 
groits 
or 
paid 
minstrels;of 
our 
self 
inflicted 
doom. 
What 
ear 
shall 
hear 
such 
tales:sad 
tragic 
stories 
and 
not 
laugh 
mournfully.

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Life

On 
the 
day 
I 
blinked 
my 
eyes
And 
saw 
a 
world;blank 
and 
empty
From 
the 
first 
time 
my 
mouth 
Opened 
to 
cry.
And 
I 
murmured 
thoughts 
I 
never 
knew:
Words 
of 
faith
Indeed,words 
of 
faith.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
smile
When 
grief 
grips 
my 
heart
And 
never 
to 
let 
sadness 
rule 
my 
Mind.
So 
I 
smile 
even 
when 
its 
hard 
to 
Do 
so.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
love
when 
hatred 
grows 
like 
grasses
And 
never 
to 
payback 
tit 
for 
tat.
So 
I 
love 
all 
even 
when 
that 
is 
Difficult. 


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
learn
Even 
when 
laziness 
spreads 
like 
Bacteria
And 
never 
to 
grow 
up 
half 
by 
half.
So 
I 
learn 
even 
when 
that 
Becomes 
frustrating.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
be 
silent
In 
the 
midst 
of 
words
For 
only 
then 
will 
my 
thought 
Grow 
wings
So 
I 
watch 
while 
men 
talk 
their 
Minds 
away.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
be 
that 
Gentle 
hero
Whose 
strenght 
lies 
within 
him
For 
that 
is 
what 
greatness 
really 
Means
So 
I 
feel 
strong 
when 
weakness 
Try 
my 
faith.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
be 
bold
When 
failure 
snares 
at 
me
And 
never 
to 
fall 
for 
it
So 
I 
walk 
even 
in 
the 
midst 
of 
a 
Raging 
storm.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
dream
Even 
when 
hope 
fades 
like 
Shadows
And 
never 
be 
scared 
to 
pursue 
my 
Dreams
So 
I 
wear 
my 
dream 
as 
tag 
and 
Pursue 
it 
to 
its 
end.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
see 
light 
in 
a 
Dark 
night
Life 
in 
shadows 
of 
death:
To 
dream 
and 
make 
my 
dreams 
Come 
true
To 
hold 
my 
head 
high 
in 
difficulty
And 
see 
the 
silver 
linen 
in 
a 
very 
Bleak 
cloud.


Life 
has 
showed 
me 
success 
in 
Every 
hardwork
Excellence 
in 
all 
determination
And 
greatness 
in 
ambition.


Life 
has 
taught 
me 
to 
see 
gain 
in 
Every 
pain
Joy 
in 
toil
And 
an 
enduring 
legacy 
in 
lessons


It 
has 
shown 
me 
hope 
in 
dispair
Enternity 
in 
goodness
And 
a 
lively 
happiness 
in 
Commitment.


Above 
all,
Life 
has 
shown 
me 
the 
road 
to 
Greatness
The 
truth 
that 
life 
itself 
without 
Excellence 
is 
the 
worst 
one 
can 
Ever 
live.