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Coker Oladipupo: Let no one speak ill of the dead

Let no one speak ill of the dead Death is a debt all men pay Adiye irana ki se ohun a je gbe Onibode here we are Our eulogy of he, an illusionist Him who travelled through thin air Confusing authorities and Information Technology at Heathrow Landed at Muritala Hero unsung Dressed as a woman Finally we got to know His arrival we heralded On how effective our juju was Native doctors clientele surged his testimony Later a sham Laughter for our soul Fela my Uncle rest in peace "Suffering and smiling" A prophet in your own right An extradition took you now To No-man's land A land we may...
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When The Cheer Begins – @Olladave

When the cheer begins When the lights are on When the music is loud The screams, oh mine And the flashing lights see paparazzi I'm fresh money- karma karzee When I am demi-god When the crowd finally meets me They think I am legend When they eventually touch me. Knowing that I can change many things As I represent my family I'll so much love the smile on mama's face, That's my baby mama says I'm the leader of a zillion fans So put your gaddem hands in the air. Cos when the cheer begins Then I'll be king And I'll reign supreme That's if the cheer begins Alas! When will the cheer...
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Before We Met – A short poem by Fatima Garba Aliyu

Before We Met - Fatima Garba Aliyu   Before we met, I was minding my own business, Before we met, I was a peaceful African Country, Before we met, I was termed the giant of Africa, Before we met, my elites were strong and united, Before we met, my people were hard-working, Before we met, transparency was what I adopted, Before we met, my leaders were after good leadership, To serve there people, And not to be served, Before we met, those at the top respected those at the root, And those at the root honoured those at the top, Before we met, a universal understanding was...
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GLOOM | a sonnet for Nigeria’s democracy – Michael Adu @Adu_Michael

  GLOOM.  29.5.2013.  11.59am   Weep for the coming dawn Do not drink to this morn The river, the newborn, All swallowed by the post-dis-progressive Sun   The breadwinners are all down I saw them torn with a fang The oil field, the corn barn All dancing in the burn   White marrow is gone, maroon is worn Two complete circles yet to run Assembled bloated Swine in ensemble trumpet blown Drunk and cloned in sty gloated noon   *   Once more into the fray On the May of another by the people day Live and die on this...
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Death Where Are Thy Claws? – Tribute To Chinua Achebe By Niyi Osundare

Chinua Achebe is one of those epically unique individuals whose lives have been so full, so purposive and so impactful that we begin to pray that they will never die. But who doesn’t know that that is mere wishful thinking? To be sure, the Eagle on Iroko didn’t die young, but he left when we still need him urgently and acutely. He has gone, but he left so much of, by, himself behind… Achebe shook up the literary world with Things Fall Apart when he was barely in his late twenties. He told Africa’s story and gave humanity a song. Since that day in 1958 when that epochal novel intruded upon the world...
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ABU @50: A Poem by Aliyu Bala Aliyu

ABU @50: A Poem by Aliyu Bala Aliyu   Towering above them all like a giant almond tree Watching over their young souls free Imparting knowledge to all that seeketh From far and near they cometh From the north; from the south From the south; from the east Zaria was the confluence We may not have set our eyes on the fireworks But we sure felt the warmth of the fireplace Even saw the splinters and glowing sparks From the sages of yore that walked your face And set alight lit the raging flames of scholarship Those of activism not least either And the nation bore did bear witness The...
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Ode To General Mamman Shuwa – by Aliyu Bala Aliyu @AliyuBalaAliyu

Ode To General Mamman Shuwa - by Aliyu Bala Aliyu @AliyuBalaAliyu - Ode To General Mamman Shuwa The bullets of the secessionists couldn’t fell him Nor the mortar fires and aerial bombardments Grenades, petrol bombs and mushroomed soot For a man of rare bravery and valour he was as told Respected by superiors; admired by peers so warm He was revered by subordinates unsought Platoons and battalions and garrisons of yore Unto him were bound in obeisance and camaraderie Esprit de corps like a bouquet did beauty reveal And indeed like true companies did attain victory in awe Alpha, Bravo, Charlie,...
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The ‘Owambe’ Prayer

Oh! Most mighty! Most gracious! Most braki-braki-shabalala! We thank thee, O Most kind, Most loving, Most grabalakibaki! We bring before you this condemned goat, destined for the pot. Receive his stubborn soul. (Amen!) Cut short his hours of sorrow. (Amen!)   We are here in the midst of all these witnesses. We are here in the presence of these chilled bottles. We are here to rejoice and sing tearful songs. We are here to be empowered with Dutch courage, And to be filled with spirits. (Amen!)   Grant that we shall indeed see strange things. (Amen!) Grant...
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Deus ex Machina (Poetry) – by Macaulay Oluseyi Akinbami

                                                                                                                                               Deus ex Machina (Poetry) Promises of pardoned traitors     Reek like ancient regrets. Exhibitions, Steeped in rapacity. Inured to light, they Dominate blindly Evoking the …

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Carrot and stick for Dummies

"Off with their heads!" That single lengthy proclamation By the heartless Queen of Hearts Spells doom for many a pawn.   "And they're off!" The mindless mob follows its 'Church mind' - 'Bandwagon syndrome' getting the best of it As it hurtles headlong to the bottomless pit.   "So far, so good!" The tale of a thousand years of pain. Back-breaking work done under sun and rain, Homeless ones building temples for Nefertiti's people.   "Are we there yet?" The children ask their childish fathers. The promised land looks like it will be...
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Dark Sunny Day (Poetry) – by @ayoolofint

Dark Sun-day Sad Mourn-day, Fat Tools-day, Shall I then go on national teevee let the tears flow flow, go on and blow my nose for dearly departed souls of dearly departed in-soles of empty pews, aisles, roads burning trucks what in-sow-lence! shall I then cry you a river shall it cleanse wash all my sins away shall I then be as white as Willi-Willi the ghost tell me Ay-bay-lay dearie dearest patiently patience patented teary one doctor of the lucky few sows, goats, fowls Shall I squeeze kai-kai out of dry bones shall I then go on bended knees head bowed pray have...
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#FuelSubsidyScam They drain our trillions and expect us to be calm – by @4Qhen

Oh I will get rich, these times will I survive It's my less privileged neighbours I'm scared might not thrive For old wounds are being tilled up, old enemies are revived A war is brewing, deep within the cabal's hive So why remove the subsidy before probing the scam I get it, we are test subjects, some kinda sacrificial lamb They drain our trillions and expect us to keep calm? They murder our futures and ignore our farms I'm a grown man living with my parents For I have no income, not one to pay rents Even the banks are merging, and the staffs shoved outta the vents Our greatness is dying and our...
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WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES?

WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES?               Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of the times we lived in huts and caves Wrapped in leaves as the elements battered our delicate skins Fashioned tools and weapons with stones and sticks Conquered beasts and terrains with our bare hands Created communities and appointed leaders from amongst us Buried our children as they died of unknown diseases Vainly battled against malevolent forces Our futile sacrifices to dead gods recursively unacknowledged Our voodoo and jinxes...
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INSPIRING WORDS FROM STEVE JOBS

Steve Jobs said some pretty amazing things in public forums, whether it was during an interview or during a speech. Wired and the Wall Street Journal shared some great roundups of their favorite Steve Jobs quotes earlier this year when he stepped down from the CEO job, and we selected a few that were especially awesome. Incredible words from an incredible businessman, designer, and fellow human Having pride in your product “It takes these very simple-minded instructions—‘Go fetch a number, add it to this number, put the result there, perceive if it’s greater than this other...
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MAKE ME YOURS ALONE Written by Joshua

I see waters over seas, I see men over nations I see life beautiful despite its dirt and penury I breathe the same air as wicked men who’ll ruin the world I wonder what difference I offer for a better place I walk their land, I swim their seas I talk like them, so think as one of them Now I know I am just like every sinner Nothing of my making makes me better Across the world, my words travel through the net For each sane one, I offer another in sin I sleep around with women I ought to teach I teach men in words, but they learn from my actions I am as dirty as the dumpsites of the old...
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TOUCH ME…TAKE MY HEART Written by Japheth Omojuwa

I should not have left you bereft of my presence Why would I leave you without the aura of my essence I longed to be wrapped in the warmth of your heart I walked , ran , jumped ,hopped and even soared I could not get to you as tears from my eyes poured I’m sorry in truth as I did hurt you in fact.     Like that sweet song we both love to sing Put the blame on me as long as I keep your ring To see your face, I tried to come through many ways I punched the pads, dialled the numbers knelt and prayed My feet hurt ,my fingers and heart bled even as time delayed I am sorry...
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