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The knocking on my door was persistent, not sure who it was but this wasn't the first time he was here. 'It's the landlord again' my tiny voice whispered.
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I was two months down and I knew it, with two weeks of no sleep I had prayed and hoped for a miracle, but heaven has been quiet to my plead
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Maybe there is no God after all, just a myth to make us feel loved, I don't feel loved anyways, no such thing as luck just logic and good science, hard work and persistence.
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I looked up again maybe this time heaven will answer, all I got was the same blank stare back right at my face like it always did. I was certain there is no God.
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Do good and good will come to you so the "good book" says
Maybe I didn't do good enough
Maybe it's just another myth, to make me give my candy out at third grade, oh yeah! It did work
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Slowly I did open the door, my guess was right, it was him
Angry eyes staring at me all I could see was his lips moving.
Standing there like a cold chick
I couldn't move or speak
My pleads wouldn't mean a thing I didn't even try to plead
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And there I was homeless, all over again
'Say a little prayer', maybe heaven would answer this time
'For the last time' I barked at the tiny voice in my head
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So I bow down my head, not sure what I prayed for. I hope heaven answers me this time.
I wrote this from a friend's couch, I hope heaven answers me this time cause I don't know if I can face it anymore>
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/There she stood tall, face down.
Her tall frame obvious despite her bowed head.
Tied and beaten like a goat being led to the abattoir.
As she sobbed, I felt the strain in her voice.
Her cries were not the only ones that rang through my head;
but also the shrill sobs of the infant child.
Naked, save for the piece of clothe that strapped him to her back.
Their cries filled my heart with emotions I didn't know I possessed.
Tufia! Tufiakwa!
A bent little old woman with just four tobacco-stained teeth shouted.
I had only arrived the previous night with barely 2 hours of sleep.
I rob my sleepy eyes in confusion.
“What's her crime?” I ask.
“What is her crime?” I ask again,
this time louder with irritation and anger over the silence that greeted my first question.
She looks at me longingly with pleas in her lovely deep eyes,
just as another lash hit hard across her back.
A look like I should do something, say something.
I look back quizzically.
I need a clue, a guide, an insight into what is going on.
But she only looks away in despair, as tears roll down her cheeks;
She has the type of cheeks that reminded me of red succulent tomatoes.
I ran forward to help.
Strong and coerce hands from nowhere restrain me.
The Old woman with brown teeth, points at the little creature.
Then I take a good look at him.
But he is just a baby, so tiny, so innocent.
Tiny little fingers stretched forward, with gold-colored hair I would love to have.
Cute gray eyes; so crystal-like, so clear.
“How can this beauty be a "tufikawa"?”
I ask no one in particular.
Then it dawns on me:
he isn't just a baby, he is an ALBINO.
Oh! The woes of an archaic tradition, my motherland.
Composed by Anita Odure Odeh
Note: This poem is purely fictional, none of it ever happened./
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/Kind and sweet was
His gaze at first
Smooth and pale was his skin
Beauty beyond description
Calm and peaceful was his voice
God's first angel!
Perfection was his image
God made him!
Good in his nature
but he made evil
I could be like God was his thought
A master of my own
Be careful around him
For he was a clever one
"Gather up your armors
Revolt, for we are all gods"
But he spoke his language
Lies!
A Fallen angel is all that is left
Of him who revolts
I met the devil
For he said "let me introduce myself
I am the devil and I bring pain"
Composed by Anita Odure Odeh/
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/Green and beautiful was the land that greeted me
With so much glee they walked and worked
How could someone feel so much joy in this cruel world
With no looks to woo a bride
With coerce palms from all the hard work
Oh if only 'hard work' meant success
Billionaires would roam the streets
The gbong gong sound of the drums,
With the chills of her serene voice
Though I didn't understand a word
But it meant happiness
Joy as they dance and jumped
No rhythm or rhyme to their moves
"What is this called?" I asked,
"The African Joy" was the answer
Composed by. Anita Odure Odeh/
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Who will love my country?
My home, my beloved!
What has become of you?
Cruelty is all I see
Selfishness is all that is left
Who will love my country?
Political promises still ring in my ears
With no one to be held accountable
Empty promises is all I hear
Hope is all that is left
Who will love my country?
"To serve our father land"
We pledged
Maybe our "fathers" are different
Discrimination even to thy brother
Martin Luther's fight in vain.
Who will love my country?
Diplomat they say they are
Tyrants they have become
Lords they've made themselves
Slave they made me
My stomach grumble from hunger
Their stomach ache from over feeding
We both suffer the same fate
Who will love my country?
In love and equality we all were created
Black or white, humans we are first
If only you could see me as equals
Then I may love my country
Until then I ask with no one to answer
Who will love my country?>
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Mama said
Don't drink and drive
So I drank and didn't drive
They offered a beer
I took a soda
They offer a drive
I took a walk
Flash lights was all I saw
Being hit like a log
I did the crime
Mama said not to do
Loud siren
Faint cries
Now I pay the price for
A debt I did not owe
Mama said
Don't drink and drive
They drank and drove
And I am stuck in a wheelchair
Paying a price for their beer
30/1/2017
9:46am
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