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Chukwunwike Okeke Poem
I want it too
Just as much as you do
The ability to live and dream dreams
Of one day rising above this hatred
Whose origin we know nothing about
Same way our fathers knew nothing about
But which they endeavored to pass down
Admonishing us to do same
The reason why when in Kano
I dare not say I am Igbo
Same for which my brother is still single;
Because he dares not bring a Yoruba girl home.
In our own country;
Some places are not save for us
We can't sleep with both eyes closed;
Afraid that death might be closing in on us
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Chukwunwike Okeke Poem
Women rush their cooking
Children talk in whispers
Nursing mothers put the babies to sleep
Darkness descends on the land
The winds are becoming aggressive
The buzzing is getting louder
Like a cockpit;
The ant holes are opening
From them the Akpali spirits are emerging
Their sight makes women miscarry
Make the children to convulse
The lily livered clings to their wives
The braves with a kola nut in the hands;
Sits at their door steps
The catechist doubt its efficacy
Yet his fields are still without seedlings
He too awaits this dance
Tonight the land plays host to them
Our ancestors;
They bring no harm
Without this dance
The land sees no rain
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Did I not give you my vote?
Twelve long years you begged for it
Tales of your bravery the elders recite
Truly in you I thought I saw some light
Theirs; like Esau my brothers traded
Moved by you resilience
It is for you this time around
I headed for the village square
Eight hours’ standing
The sun’s scorching
Brothers’ bashing
Was it all in vain?
Are you too there for the gain?
Oh! Not again
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Oh chandelier
Forgive men like me
For your plea for trust;
We have dismissed
You promise of love
We have pooh-poohed
These scars on our faces are reminders
We are victims
These scars can attest;
No! We dare not forget
The pangs;
The dark side of you;
How you detached
And took a chunk out of our loyal faces;
Men who pitched the tents under you
Hypnotized by your beauty
We have not forgotten
The pains of yesteryears
The cracks in our delicate hearts echoes
Let our children hear
For we have been fooled by your beauty;
Let them be wary of you
Let them learn from our mistakes.
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they told you how rich and happy they were
they were for your ears;
they know you are greedy
your family was in chaos;
you can't live in a kiosk
via Libya; you found yourself in Italy
Tell me about it;
did you not show love to dogs?
Oya come home
come and show off your wealth
throw them in the air;
let your people give you big names;
but tell no one about your shame.
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These words;
Scribbles of an untrained hand;
Thoughts of an unlit mind;
Transposed unrefined to these pages.
Certainly these scribbles;
Shall of the literate stomachs, turn.
Capabilities; of a homo habilis and a homo
sapien
Who compares?
These scribbles
Like the stars at night
When the sun goes into hiding
Lights up an already dark sky
If ever of these trashes men behold;
Against the scribbler; of no grudge hold
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Not much will I say
for we dare not listen to their pleas
urging us to remain and watch
while at the other end children are orphaned
where is the weaver
come and dissolve this union
for its usefulness is long gone
Forward is not always better;
We want to have our home back.
Separate husbands' and fathers' footsteps;
from that of soldiers.
Death lives next door;
our farmlands have become deserts.
Give me back yesterday;
So that I wouldn't have to name my child before
eight days
or at least;
to prepare him for today.
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Emotions so swelled up
Like an ocean current;
We dance to the tunes of passion
But when the tides subside ;
Are we still going to hold hands.
Or are we going to curse yesterday
Eat our words and say to each other
I don't want to see you again
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it to where it leads
your were brought to this path
by your heart
these happenings are not strange
they are songs;your heart knows their lyrics.
While on this path;
where you see no sign of life;
You have friends;
the crickets are here with you
let them play their violins and harps for you.
The tunes are not in tune with yours?
Make something out of them.
Does your path look blurry?
Don't worry;
listen to the songs in your heart
they are happy songs;
they speak of a happy end.
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That lonely girl
Picking Cotton afield
Which the bible carrying
Crooked man
Brainwashed her parents
That she is possessed:
In her lives some a thousand and one spirits.
She isn't the same anymore
The spirits are gone,
With them;her hymen
At thirteen; her Innocence gone.
And the Bible man mounts his pulpit
Same way he mounted her
This time to invoke death on me
For telling tales.
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