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Rain Drops

Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As in gnashing and grinding of canine
As rain, like beads of sweat, acne and goose pimples
Break out on my forehead and entire body,
Sprouting like yam tendrils from the earth;
meandering as water in rain gutter
From a million hair follicles,
Teasing my entire body
And finally docking by hook or crook
Like a boat at it's embedded tributary
Between my negritude toes

I google in consternation, bewilderment 
At your obstinate attempt
As pestle on bits of grain in motar
To pound a defiant, renegade earth
Back against the wall in rope-a-dope
To submission and surrender
Powerful strokes of koboko whips
Descending from heaven
As plague upon pharaoh and his kinsmen,
Drumming endlessly on thatch roofs
And corrugated iron roofs alike
Concocting rhythms more intoxicating
And damning than heavy metal music

Images of African women
Resiliently scurrying, shuffling,
Between thatch huts and drooling rain;
Scuttling to retrieve rain water in pails
And ebony children
Drenched in rain like weather beaten bats
Savoring every drop from the whinning sky 


Rain,
I yearn for your spirit
But dread your fiery, fury,
Flash and flood
Come rain, soak me in your mist;
Drape me in your dew and moisture
Rain,
Your ghost evokes succor and misery!

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Earth

Oh earth!
Your belly is sweet 
Upon our soul's 
You are full of kindness
Fiend to none
Friend to all

Friend and foe
You cuddle 
Water you guzzle 
When it drizzles you puddle 
When you clap it quakes, rumbles

Your dentures are sharper than lion's fangs
Your stomach is larger than life
Your sword of justice is in your hands 
Racism, segregation and corruption are alien to you
You have silk-stocking folks for dinner
Impercunious soul's for lunch
Sposh for breakfast 
Coal as appetizer

Oh mother earth!
The earth is yours
And it's fullness thereof.

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A Vultures Homily

I am vulture
My soul case may be repugnant,
However, I have every sawbones decimal
On my speed dial
Before any croacker decrees justice
On a soul case,
They confer with me

My logbook contains a docket
Of every Golgotha and slaughterhouse on the planet
I am on first name basis 
With every casket maker, mortuary Steward and proprietor 

I am the fiend no soul case wants to see,
Hear or dream about

My name send's shivers down the spine of mortals
I am a friend in need and indeed;
I am the curator in every country
Where war and conflict thrive
No one thinks of me
And no one want's me as a pet


I am the dark one; the dark continent
I am vulture, the patient one

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Onwudinjo

Oh death, 
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives next door
Every witching hour,
I observe your lifeless victims
From my tiny window,
Where I plead my own case
As they ferret one unfortunate soul case after another
To the church yard
No one knows who is next
Or what hour you will cold-cock
Even the most vicious witch,
Witch doctors are impotent
When you register for them
Your confederate earth and earth worm
Know not to pique you
For fear of famishing
The day a coffin maker
Swears at you,
He goes home without a bounty
Doctors who snooze with cadavers 
Shudder ceaselessly when you sneeze
A morgue attendant
Would rather have his eyes plucked out
Than peep through the window of a morgue;
For angst of what lays in wait...
What the peeper has spied
The maw cannot orate 
An obdurate hover,
Knows not to stalk 
A soul case into it's crypt
For death angst
I have hailed you Ozoemena
And christened my folks Onwubiko
That has not pacified you
You have only lent a deaf ear
To my feverish entreaties 
Tonight, 
I shall restrain all sacrifices to you
And your allies
I have heard of a sure-fire Ace
Who once bequeathed you
An undying pin-fall
Before you skedaddled from Hades
And commenced afflicting everyone
The poor and rich 
Are at your mercy
My folks and I
Shall seek solace in the sure-fire Ace
Oh!
I see your guttural laugh dissipating!
Because you know
He is coming to judge
The living and the dead
Death, concoct yourself
You will not be passed over
Your internment is at hand
As our people ventilate: death dey smell
You have caused enough pain, sorrow and suffering
To our people 
When the master descends on you,
You shall get an overdose
Of your own pills
Onwudinjo,
You are already ugly;
You are going to look
Even uglier six feet under!

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Before They Silence My Voice

Before they silence my voice
Under jackboots and bone crushing dogs
I must set fort before dusk
As I am shielded 
By his gore
And crafted like Daniel
In the lions den
And Jonah in the whales gut

I must scurry to ventilate
With my traducers
At the gate
Because they engage nocturnally 
I shall not look for a black goat
At the witching hour

I discern they loathe me
And my kind
They hiss, gnash their canine 
When they hear my strange name
They curse the day
I was sculptured
They question why 
My palms, sole are snow
While my soul case nocturnal?

Their revered face, soul case is snow, innocuous 
But entrails insidious 
As a welders fork

Forty friend's, fiends, foe and counting
Looking for a straw
In hay sack
Sneaking, feigning, meandering;
They huff, puff,
Sniffle, shuffle and snizzle,
Insidiously, frantically, scamper
For a Judas
To bell the cat, dog

How do you bell a cat, dog,
With nine lives?
They mob, sop, smother you
Like ants swam honey
Then,
Forget that like amoeba
Your outer layer
Is a cyst
Which immune your entrails
From vultures insidious fangs

Alas,
Spider's web, bobby traps, mines litter around
But,
A tortoise never gets 
Enmeshed in a spider's web,
Big Ben never irretrievably hushed
Or a monkey ambushed
Trailing a snakes shadow

This jaunt is not for the faint-hearted
I have journeyed forty days, nights
In the lions den
In my arsenal is locusts and wild honey
My traducers eyes are crossed;
They are hard at hearing
Their necks are stiff,
They love gold, silver
More than good name

I shall ventilate 
What their fore fathers
Did to prophets before me;
Chastising them with whips, scorpion
And because they denied me honor,
I must shake my dust off
Their door posts.

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God On Africa

Weep not Africa 
Cradle of civilization 
I created you on a Monday morning 
You are no less my first born
Than other races
Though other nations might scorn and despise you
You are the heir to my throne
Have you ever stopped to look inward?
How long will you continue to ignore 
The beauty that lies within?
I have planted nature in you
Your greenness no man can take away
I have bestowed you with endless sunshine 
I have made your land more fertile than any other
I have endowed you with some of the world's 
Greatest mineral resources 
Who planted the gold and diamond in South Africa?
What about the oil in Nigeria and Algeria?
What about the cocoa in Ghana?
And the rich coffee in the East?
Weep not Africa
Unity and selfless service are what exalts a nation
Look how much was pillaged from you
Where did they not plunder?
But I have replenished you
Africa! Yours is a well that never runs dry!

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Sweet Mother

My seasoned Iroko
The Olumo rock
Of my spine
The one who climbs
Mount Kilimanjaro 
With one step
I salute you

Mother,
Whose face is crisper 
Than,
 Bright, black stars, gold
And,
Precious diamonds of Africa
I salute you 

Mother,
Who fearlessly tames fiery furnace
With bare fingers
Who kills one million lions 
In a single raid
Quencher and killer of hunger
I salute you

Mother,
Whose slender arms 
Are stronger than
The walls of Jericho 
The fearless one
Whose Google 
Makes men shrink 
Between their thighs 
The lone ranger
Who goes hunting
Without a gun
But,
Returns with basket
Filled with bounties 
I salute you

Mother,
Kind landlady who nurtured me 
For nine monthis
Without recouping rent
How can I forget
Your sugar soothing 
Lullabies at bed time
And,
Your caressing, warm, tender fingers
Which,
Like the magic of baobab
Heal me from 
Sickness and sadness
I salute you 

Mother,
Whose dark, impenetrable wings
Immune me from
Sharp arrows of my traducers
Whose,
Angelic smile disarms
More than a billion
Straying demons
I salute you

Sweet, ebony, Mother,
The greatest of the greatest
The unproclaimed, undefeated,
Unheralded and undisputed
Champion of all heavyweights,
Killer and Quencher of hunger,
I salute you!

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Lagos

ISALE EKO  (LAGOS)

A rooster of discrete tongues
Cultur, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's  spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates 
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood 
Confuting phantasm 
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds 
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!

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Echoes of His Master's Voice

Pray,
If you should tell
All that you have bottled up
Who will you tell?
Who will believe you?
Stories of swollen head, slit lips
Blood, brimstone and bonfires 
Laboriously ignited to silence
Rats, rabbits, dogs, roaches and mosquitoes 
Stories of brazen batter, 
Brash bruises, crackles of fire crackers
Crumbles, rumbles, ruins and shambles,
Severe, seduce and abuse

Stories of decades of illegal earwig 
Arm twisting, neck wringing, bone crushing;
To wring water out of stone;
Nocturnal episodes, auditions 
Where, insidious, venomous plans 
Are jazzed up, cooked, to exterminate
Mice, mouse and harmless monkeys
Stories where the antagonist 
And protagonist is equity
Where justice is solstice
Pray, who will you tell
When sledgehammer, Kalashnikov, clubs and spears
Are deployed and hearts, soul's, fatigued bodies
Are bruised, battered, hewed, chewed and mowed down?

Who will you tell
Of the terror, tremor, horror, vandalism?
The unseen scars and stitches
Of hearts and soul's?
Stories of fabrications, distortions, propaganda and falsehoods?
Pray, who will you tell
Of weapons concealed in bread and tires;
Slashed, stripped shoes,
Storms in cups of tea
Disguised as bamboo sticks with belts in the Bush?
If you should tell of
Banana peels scattered like
Shooting stars in the sky
Stories of deliberate pot holes, slippery slopes,
Spell casters, tarot and palm readers
Who will believe you?
Who will you tell
When friends and allies turned coat, went cold
At the glean of a cold gun butt?
Who will you tell when,
Allies abdicate for a mess of potage
And dust like Peter against Christ
Before cock crow?
Pray, who should you tell
When he, who should secure
Is the intimidator and aggressor?
Who should you tell when 
The safest becomes the deadliest?
Who will you tell where,
Premeditated roadblocks, deliberate snares, mercenaries,
Tailgaters and knuckleheads are the norm?
Pray, how can walls hear,
Basket retain water?
Pray, how do you teach a pig
How to sing without grinding an axe?
Who will you tell stories of
Subtle death treats, rat poison in foods,
Terrors, tremors and horrors?
Who will you tell when,
Instruments of state become instruments 
Of terror, tremor and horror?
Pray, who should you tell?
But, tarry a while friend, 
After darkness, comes dawn
And after winter, summer.

Today's rain will, surely give birth
To tomorrow's sunshine

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Nneka

Nneka (Mother is supreme)

My precursor with nature 
From the yolk of her embryo
I was fermented 
Entwined in the warm enclave of her cyst
Out of her fountain of love
She nurtured me
Queen mother
The seasoned bone of my back
The shelter over my head
Whose large, black eyes immune me
From the discrepancies of morning
Love, kindness are your first and middle names
King mother,
I yearn to be recycled in the metamorphosis of your cyst!