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POETRY: I Am Funaabites by Ajenifuja Abdulalim

(Written for the robberies, the death and injustice) I am one; I am Funaabites. And they barged well into my peace arresting my innocence with charges of aches and wilderness; They say I slept with smiles every night in the days of great sessions, and to rape joy is to be sentenced to two semesters of agony! The peak of all; Black Thursday! I'm axed and past the heavens in pain. The beauty is the beast disguised in human garbs. So they say; I have been the beauty, And in waterfalling tears, fears or force... I am again that will be the beast! My face is forced to face the...
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Don’t Tell Me We’re Free – James Ogunjimi

Don't judge us by the Smiling faces And conclude we are happy. Don't use as examples just a few cases And say it's reality. For Smiling faces do not mean the same as happy people, Neither does smooth talk translate to goodwill. Don't see the big cars we drive And conclude we are rich. Don't look at the clothes we have And call us the real deal. For big cars do not mean the same as rich men, Neither does big clothes translate to big men. Don't look at us 'going places' And conclude we can soar. Don't look at us like cheetahs running in races And expect us to roar. For 'going places' does...
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To The Soul That Never Dies – Okikiola Asher @asherstuta | #RIPIfeoluwa

TO THE SOUL THAT NEVER DIES Like a ray of light in the darkness of my heart she came forth Her words cut through the bricks I spent all my years building Going through our conversations over and over again The memories we shared…our stories….our scars Our pains…our happiness…we shared it all Nothing was held back. IFEOLUWA To my friend, my companion, the one who understands my fears In just 63days Ifeoluwa showed me what it means to love She lived every bit of her life with so much passion. My friend loved me just the way I am.  poured every of her essence on my inside She told me things...
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Listen to the whirlwind By Ogunjimi James Taiwo

Listen to the whirlwind I will consume; Oh yes, I will I will ravage; don’t doubt me I plead I see blood even though the world can’t see. I see death when life is what your preachers preach. I feel it approaching, the consuming anger of the wind. They want us in chains; will we allow them I ask? They like us jobless; should we sit under their tables praying for crumbs to fall off their laps? They thrive on our fear; should we not dare to take up the fight? They like us fighting ourselves; should we not forge our path? The world stands watching; waiting to see if we’ll get it right. The...
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An Elegy For Reuben Abati (2011 – 2015)

An Elegy For Reuben Abati (2011 - 2015) Abati is dead and gone to his grave, Ooh! Aah! Gone to his grave. They planted a mango tree over his head, Ooh! Aah! Over his head. The mangoes grew ripe and ready to drop, Ooh! Aah! Ready to drop. But Old Papa Mango said, “Bloody hell, STOP.” Ooh! Aah! Bloody hell, Stop. “Is that not Abati we all used to know?” Ooh! Aah! All used to know. “Who fought for the masses on Patito’s show” Ooh! Aah! Patito’s show. “What on earth was he given to make him recant?” Ooh! Aah! Make him recant. “His famous anti-government rant” Ooh! Aah!...
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#ThinkOutLoud: WE THE “OTHERS”- Osowe Oluwagbenga @gbengaosowe

#ThinkOutLoud: WE THE “OTHERS”- Osowe Oluwagbenga @gbengaosowe “In honour the many OTHERS who died in company of dignitaries”   Cries of joy heralded our arrivals By our births, allegiance with barrenness got denounced, Cows, fowls, goats and rams were led to the slaughter Parents rejoiced at the coming of their sons and daughters You can now call us mothers and fathers they proudly announced We have brought forth children who would guarantee our family survival   Oh the joy of our parents to see us blossom Like little children they giggled as we took our...
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POETRY: The Village Boy – by Henry Chybuzor Igwe @Chybuzor1

POETRY: The Village Boy - by Henry Chybuzor Igwe @Chybuzor1 The Village Boy (1) My People and I have a rich, long history. My People ar’ endowed, ours’ a bless’d land, Long before I was born, foreigners ruled our village; They were very light-skinned, I was told. They were around for some time, then passed the baton and left; After which my People ruled, and ruled for plenty years. There ar’ a myriad of reports that my People mismanaged, Misappropriated funds an’ left for the foreigners’, Their wives and kids were there already, Waiting patiently for them to round off in Office and...
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Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) – by Elisha Otome Okoromoba

Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) - by Elisha Otome Okoromoba It was yesterday or was it not? Your voice echoed through your pen The ink glued to time and memories Like the running night clouds when The swift east wind wakes the sun   It is today, yes just today Your pen echoes through your voice Like the noisy okpolokpolo in Osho-drive’s chest The lyric of which there’s no dance step But bile mingled with disgust to our already flaccid legs   It was yesterday, yes just yesterday Your pen like a dragon rained fire To the defense of the commons...
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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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#VoicesInMyHead: RELEVANCE – by @oreoluwade

Ask the one who staunchly opposes anything/anyone with a differing school of thought from his. Ask the kid who wails even louder when "spectators/sympathisers" increase in number. Ask the serial killer who implements nouveau exciting ways to torture and kill. Ask the witch who waves her wand for longer hours than the others.   Ask the man who works his socks off day and night. Ask the fool, the clown, the comedian. Ask the girl who flaunts her breasts wildly before an horny audience. Ask the critic who always has something to say to belittle something or someone. Ask them...
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POETRY: There’s no light on the runway – Ogunyemi Bukola

There's no light on the runway, The plane they left in air hanging halfway, To God the praise danger was averted, Their disdain for lives have we now asserted, In vain they tried to assuage our fears, All they'll offer us are crocodile tears.   There's no light on the runway, The entire sector in complete disarray, Their well written excuses would make a bestseller, Their track-records everything but stellar, Having succeeded in making us mourn neighbour to neighbour, Now they are putting us through some mental torture.   There's no light on the runway, Big potholes abound on the...
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WAR CRY (In Honour Of OLAITAN OYERINDE)

WAR CRY (Olaitan Oyerinde, the Personal Secretary to Governor Adams Oshiomole of  Edo State, was murdered by unknown gunmen in Benin on May 4 and he was laid to rest on Thursday, May 10, in Ede, Osun State,  amid tears and eulogies)                   He’s gone without saying goodbye, The fire snuffed out, the ashes blown away, The barrage of lead his mortal flesh could not defy, To their malicious customs has he fallen prey, Thus by shine or shower we ceaselessly mourn, Despondent, miserable, bereaved and...
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THE MUSINGS OF A DESPERATE NAIJABOI

.....from the musings of a desperate NaijaBoi......             On the first day of creation there was a great declaration the sun rays gave the confirmation. A breathe into the clay was the human formation. And all races are traceable to the diverse generations.   After the amalgamation in the era of colonization on the gulf of guinea, with a coast along the Atlantic Ocean, without much elaboration the name Nigeria was given to my nation.   Sometimes I'm soaked in the pool of depression musing over the current...
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ASUU STRIKES AND MY FUTURE – POETRY

All around it began to spread, Have you read? Have you heard? The velocity was intense, Much more than burning incense. All thought it was a rumour, Even joked 'bout it with humour; Never knew it'll in the coming days, Stare as a reality in my face. Now that it came strong Gathering from every nook &corn,momentum The decision not to leave my ivory tower, Was already beyond my grasp and power. So straight-away I arrived In a place I could refer to as mine; Always wanted to be here But this time,the reasons were not clear. Had fun and moments in which I reveled, Thinking to make the...
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IN PRAISE OF YOU A Psalm of Joshua

I do not own a mansion in Dubai’s Palm Island Nor do I boast a land in Nigeria’s Banana Island Yet I feel no less prosperous than those who do That my life is beautiful is because of You I’ll sing in praise of Your Majestic Splendour When sin and failure would not let me be Your Mercy was all I felt and could see In my weakness I lived on Your strength Without a shelter I dwelt in your tent I’ll shout in honour of Your Mighty works When I could afford nothing, even a meal You laid before me a feast like a hill Men thought me wretched, I knew me rich You bless the birds, flowers...
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TOUCH ME…TAKE MY HEART

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 my love and I will be all...
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