YOUR SKIN LOOKS LIKE A ROASTED PLANTAIN
have you seen midnight turn midday at 3AM?
An eclipse that blossom into a twilight in mayhem,
the battle of colour supremacy on this canvas called skin,
a place where livid & vivid daydreams,
tone it up...
written by King Nelson (D Last Poet)
Doggy will never beat missionary
Even though it seems revolutionary
Because a man on a mission
Will go farther than a dog without a mission.
If a black man with a pink cap
Enters a red...
The news of scarcity became a nuisance,
how the cry of my people echoes like sweet songs of grievance,
good people, great nation;
bad heads, failed statements,
human wrongs becoming human rights,
"let them suffer"; the living reality of dying dreams,
nightmares in broad daylight.
BADAGRY IS A MEMORY OF A LOST PEOPLE
how much more can history get pathetic?
Culture dies every time a body thuds &
it's being thrown into the Atlantic,
this is how much the waterways ate our brothers,
declining descents; the last of our...
SPACE AND PEACE By MEMBIS OKORIE CHUKWUKAMMA
I had to run alot of races
To be where I am now
Had to go to a lot of places
Searching for my peace of mind
I did see alot of faces
It was yours that made...
Murderland - Ayomide Inufin D'great
The land is green,
too green to incubate into maturity,
a beauty to behold held in abject travesty;
the theater where dreams die on the battlefield of reality,
an island of monopoly;
where a few eats the fruits of so...
A SHORT BREAK AFTER A LONG SILENCE
There goes my heart beating again,
After melting moments nutured the pain,
I thought you've put yourself together
and redesign yourself
out of vulnerability; after it all fade away.
Shut the voice that says again,
"Go for it!",
who inflicts evils?
We scream in church for deliverance but evil still remains in our society
Imam pleas to God daily but peace isn’t present in our society
WHAT THEN IS THE PROBLEM?
Do we need to ban more demons or conduct...
THE PAINTED PICTURE
I wake up daily with tears in my heart and echoes in my head with voice screaming ``I AM NOT A DEMON``
Or probably safer to say I wasn’t born a demon! but what happened to me?
THE DEVIL'S AUTOGRAPH
With a hiss of rhyme, the cobra speaks
In a sole of time, the heart breaks
The door of the mind is closed
As visiting hours becomes late
Ways are out of the road
While weeds creeps...