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My Folk Song

Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe 
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my 
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu, to sound out a warning to the futureman
Give me the oja, the special voice of oganigwe the dreaded masquerade
Give the shekere, so that the women of owu can shake their enchanted waist
In love and tranquillity we lived with our neighbours, doing our folk song 

Buddha called out to Lord Brahman
Set aside a room for me in the inner chamber
Decorated with beautiful ornaments, to depict love and care
Flanked with candles and incense burner and the beautiful statue of the wise man
To help me escape from the corruption of this world
As I attempt to wake from hatred of neighbours
Focusing on love and purity of heart
Allow me do my folk song living in tranquillity with nature and neighbours

Christed you said you are, servant of the son of God sent from above
Your brother claimed that you are a messenger from Allah
What is this confusion I see, contradicting even your folk song 
You came with a sweet tongue of love, yet all I see is terrorism and 
A holy war fought by crusaders crushing the bones of the unbelievers 
Those who worship idols yet lived a life akin to nature – a life of love
You have created a polarised world of Christed men with less shame for evil
Of religious women without morals
Of Ulamas who feed on the sweat of Almagiris
Oh Christ! is this the gospel you preached on the street of Nazareth?
O! Mohamed is this the Rasuul you preached in Mecca
O! God what we do in your Name, we should be afraid of doing even in the dark

Allow me to return home 
To my folk song 
In African theism, to the shrines of Alusi’gwe, 
To do my folk song with Oganigwe the beautiful masquerade
To solicit corn and groundnuts from old women with sagging breasts 
Chasing the kids with a whip in my hand as I wear the mask of the spirit
A spirit of sportsmanship, of equity and love, of fair play and brotherhood.
Allow me do my folk song

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Chaotic Silence

Inspire me.... 
Even as I attempt this 
Iambic nonsense 
How can silence, 
Emanate from chaos:
It's direct opposite? 
A pure contradiction of concept...


Crashing, cascading....... 
In a metaphoric ambiance of emotions, 
Anger infused like an avalanche of retribution... 
Unstable, fluctuating and unpredictable 
Just like when the Centre cannot hold 
Shhhhhhhhhh.........
There is a silent voice saying 
Be still............ 


Chaotic, disorganised, shambolic and in a condition of total disarray.
Mesmerised, enthralled, spellbound or hypnotised..... 
Kush-in, drunk-in, high on some pills of ecstasy, while you chill in cloud nine or
In a state of total mental confusion, 
Like when the Falcon cannot hear the Falconer 
Shhhhhhhhhhhh... 
Listen, 
To that silent voice saying 
Be still...... 

When things fall apart 
Hold the centre.....
Don't allow an avalanche free flow 
Basalt, untamed and waxed...... 
Be inspired inspite of contradictions 
Think before you act, 
Ruminate before you speak 

Chaos, chaos is the dance hall, 
But the DJ maintains the tempo of the songs 
Chaotic is the market place 
Yet the trader never miss her balance 
Chaotic the Arena might be 
The gladiator is ever focused 
Miss the general's call on the chaotic battlefield and you are gone. 

Tis Iambic contradiction of sophistry, 
An attempt to awaken the tiny voice of reason 
That always question our silence while we are to speak 
And 
Our speech while we  should listen. 

©Chigbo S. Peter {April 2017}

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Murdered

What will you say 
If you heard that I have been murdered 
Brutally battered on the street of Gudu 
That same place where provides me
Both the distractions and the cash 

What will you say 
If you heard that I belong to 
A gang of loose maniacs 
Whose chief aim is thuggery and theft 
And parades the symbol of black axe 
While my kins think of me as a venturer 
In a land ayor

How did it happen 
Oh Gudu, you who men looked up to 
As an avenue for wealth and solutions 
Has for a second year running 
Become the stage where souls are slain
By these loose maniacs 

Some said they heard a gunshot 
Another said no, I saw it all
The bullet refused to kill 
A mighty stone to the skull did it all
As I screamed and called  for help
I can hear the cracking of bones
The bones of my own skull 
He who shielded the bullet could not shield the dagger and stones 

As I was giving up the ghost 
I was caught up in a trance 
As I saw my responsibilities 
And a clear sight of my dreams evaporating 
It dawned on me, my recklesness and irresponsibility 
But now the milk is spilt 

What will I say 
To my creator....... 
What excuse would I give 

Then I remembered the preacher preach 
Of sins and forgiveness 
Of hell and heaven 
Of demons and angels 
Of torments and bliss 

Then I was encapsulated in terror 
As I know not where my path might lead 
Then I heard a voice 
But didn't get what it said 
Because I had given up the Ghost

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In Love With a Strange Woman

In love with a strange woman 
Hope it won't make me inhuman 
With a lustful glare
I can bare her bountiful bare 

Quickened like a tornado 
Lucifer's hell am bound 
But my desire, a free gift from heaven 
My carnality, whence do you come

Focus, focus I yelled to myself 
Pleasure, pleasure myself yelled to me
In the midst of this talidomai 
Am sinking, quickly like in a quicksand

Is this how am gonna end
Before having a taste
of this gracious gale
Oh sweet heaven, taking me down to hell

If this is hell, how will heaven be 
My loins loose like a running tap
My mind loose like running crab 
Zigzag, with streams of emotions 

For my strange woman, whom I love 
Love or lust which should I say
So confused like the rivers 
Need a Savior to calm my mind like the sea 
Yeah, my sweet poetry to the rescue 
Hlallelujah, am sane again

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Wishes

I wish we were born free 
To soar just like this bird 
 on a tree 

I wish we were born vile 
That we don't have our wrongs stored in a file 

I wish that sex was not a sin
So we might have it even when we are seen 

I wish there was nothing like money 
That I never worry about work in the morning

I wish we never have to marry 
That we never have to worry about dowry 

I wish the world is ruled my magic 
That we are all as wise as the magi 

I also wish the world is free from pain 
That all our hustles amounts to gain 

I wish the east is close to the west 
That nothing in life amounts to waste 

I wish there was nothing like religion 
That we are as wild as a pigeon

I wish I was a witch, So I could fulfill all my wishes 

I also wish there was no rules, That I could pen this verse as I wish.

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Baby Lovers

Throwing tantrums
Is now your anthems
Finding faults
Now happens by default

We used to be better than this
With you am no longer at ease
To be or not to be
Inspite of you I have to be me

Am tired of your constant threat of leaving
So I have made a conscious choice of living
I am me independent of you
So let's get along without much ado

Stop throwing tantrums
It's no axioms
If this union is not gonna work
Then I  have got to walk

Goodbye my baby lover
Am too matured to be your lover
Goodbye my baby lover
At the end we know who was the loser

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Ijeawale

Ijeawale, the daughter of my youth 
Do you know the value laden in your name? 
Come close, let me tell you the truth 
So you don't have to be ashamed 
Anytime you hear the sweet sound of your name
Nneoma, the ancient tree of wisdom 
You have been a sage, even from your tender age 
The Palmtree whose leaves never falls, even in autumn 
Here I am, seated for you to engage 
In this chitchat we have had, even from Adam
Ijeawale, the Sunrise at dawn 
Why do you resist your heritage 
Let me give them all to you before I am gone 
This has fallen on your laps, you don't have to fudge 
Come, come closer, let me teach you how to enjoy this like a porridge
Nneoma, you know I have a dream 
You know I have the ambition of gaining admission 
Yet you want me entangled in this meme 
Let's see how this comes to fruition
Because I cannot jeopardise my future
My dear, this is your future 
To offer libations to the goddess of our land 
To mediate between us and the spirits on this altar 
How do I tell you before you understand 
What a shame, your mind is on the Queensland
It's true grannie, my mind is on higher things 
On science, fashion and not fable 
Now why do you want to click my wings? 
What you want is too hard, I won't be able 
I can't give up my dream for a fable
Ijeawale, you have to make a choice 
Between yourself and your people 
Are you black and united or white alone, I need your voice
This time, be firm don't be addle
Nneoma, the great daughter of the sea
I have chosen to be myself 
It's obvious, I hope you can see 
I can't live a life to please plenty people, let them please themselves

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To His Coy Master

Had we but words enough and tact 
This coyness, master. Were no crime 
I will like Marvell
Use simile to woo your love 
And wait on you on the wings of time 
Till your hardened ice becomes water 
And I, able to pen you down in black 

But at my back, I always hear 
The roar of the grave, above my unwitty head 
Will your charm be serviceable to 
My broken bones in the vault? 
Or my dusty lips render you without faults? 

Now therefore, while my youthful wit 
Lies on the back of a serviceable novice 
Come to me with the speed of Flash 
So with metaphor, I can call your name 
Praise your valor with hyperbole 
And remember you like my 
Daddy's daughter drawn at the Niger River 

February 2018 

Inspired by
 Andrew Marvell ~To His Coy Mistress_

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The Apocalypse

THE APOCALYPSE

I suffered much
In my dream last night
It was about His second coming
The very end of time
As a vision of rapture
Busted on my sight
I saw the Apocalypse

It was glorious, yet fearful
Metallic melting, sulphuric suffocation
Zero oxygen, Blood stained water
Was the lot of the unraptured
Pains beyond pain, yet undying
Souls crying for mercy, dying we pleaded
All we got was an Armageddon

We saw our souls ripped out of us
Yet, death refused to kill
We saw our brains ripped out by Zodiac Zombies
Of what use is it
Since we can no longer use our intellect
And freewill has been taken from us

Dammed! Dammed!! Dammed!!!
The Dragon threatened
Volcano erupting from its bowels
As its reign of forty two months 
Has been granted
The street was filled 
With the blood of the saints 
Those who had called on the name 
Of the Almighty
We stood powerless even as 
His name was blasphemed

Dammed! Dammed!! Dammed!!!
We are, we who had
Prayed in churches
Yet cheated our neighbours
Worshiped in mosques
Yet oppressed the poor
We who had broken breads
And drank the wine of salvation
Yet indulged in secret sins ….

We cried and cried
Tears of blood soaked our loin
But no one was able to save
From the seven bowls of wrath…
We cried
Where is the lamb
The very one that was slain
Is He no longer able to save?
O! The hour of grace is gone

It dawned on us 
That our works were burnt
We now suffer loss, not of our soul
We shall be saved though
As if we passed through fire



June 2017

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My Odyssy

With a brittle heart immutable 
I fight a formidable battle with myself 
How do I sketch this scenerio 
In the midst of plenty peoples 
Yet unnoticed, plenty happy faces: mine like one who took lemon instead of orange 

Standing demurely in the room 
My presence could only provoke 
A tenuous interest from onlookers 

Am I in the wrong place?. 
I asked myself with a heart bereft of emotions, I need a beer interlude. 
This reunion must start all over 

Only then did I realise that 
This was for the class of 94
Mine is 95
Oh Lord!,  I thought I was insane