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Draw the Sun
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Faded
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First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown
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The Messenger
Originally posted on Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places: Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting called from afar The children ran out excited As if the message was for them But then who knows? Heads up, listen attentively Komkom korookom Another beat rang out Pushing the mild hit Into the ears of even the heaviest village sleeper…
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A Haiku: Pepper Crags
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Welcoming November, with Love
There is this month which gave good memories It brings hope, joy and consolation And expectations grow when the month arrives The moments are like mixed gold dusts Falling from eyes, distorted, unified, in-explainable A desire to see it come and go and so on… It tells of the way we have gone since the year…
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Africa: Retelling the story
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The Butterfly
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The Tree leaves fall
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A muse: The Thunder and her nephew
When the thunder storm descends The clouds rumble with a quake, For the Earth and her companions She cuts up a powerful link Letting her much younger nephew Take a solid images of the quiet world Every other force goes on pause, on mute While the two siblings enjoy their ride Through the Earth, through…
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Amuse: Listen
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Gods masterpiece, my inspiration
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When we age…
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Just by the Countryside
Just by the countryside… Where only fields of green stay And where the mud mix with the clay Live the blue Clouds that smiled always And everything here had something to say The trees tower over the fine little huts, Where the green forest sit upon the hills, With her inhabitants living with a firm…
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The Traveler
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The Shepherds Tale, another
Night approached silently again And to the shepherd it was time to retire A time of his loneliness, a time of his daydreaming The Night was the shepherds only companion She brought with her a galaxy and some fresh air And a bouquet of country music from the other locals When the shepherd laid down,…
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Hospitality as Love
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Amuse: Poetale of a town boy
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Note: Nature as an African
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A far country
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A muse: Heavy evening rain
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Smile for me African child
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The Storm is Over
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It’s World Teacher Day
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African desire
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Loves Silhouette
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Muse: Unabhangigkeit Nigeria!
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Psalm: Father, I thank You
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Waiting for the Rain
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Poetale: The Musk Rat
Prologue: There was this tale my old granny told the children She will always say “Listen my children, listen.” And we; little, full of curiosity will look up patiently Then it was usual before each tale to play about In the strong moon light which swept the garden In between the plays, we wrestled and…
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Smiley
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Beauty and Beautiful
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Let the World Sing…
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Myrrh: A song of Oke Iroegbu
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Poetale: Three Memories
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The Zoo
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The Nomad
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Breezy Evening
This evening is quite exceptional No stars, no fireflies, no light No torch, just a quiet darkness And a sweet surge of sweet wind The clouds are dark and light And upon it the lightning flash Now and then, sparks of white Stray through the firmaments Raindrops fall slowly, quietly She seem to travel light…
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The song of a Methodist
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The Commonwealth Annual Short Story Competition 2017
The Commonwealth Annual Short Story Competition call for submissions. We’re delighted to let you know that the 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize is now open for entries. The closing date is 1 November 2016. The prize is for the best piece of unpublished short fiction (2,000-5,000 words) in English; regional winners receive £2,500 and the…
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Amuse: A High School Certificate
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A muse: And Today I am Human First!
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Arise in the morning, with commentary
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African Tradition: Calling upon the African rain storm
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Ogbor Hill
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it’s about to rain
Now here goes the first rain and wind storm of September… And it came like a quarel Throwing punches Holding each others throat and Blowing thru their fury noses On their path, they throw fine sand around Pulling the weak rooftops about Now the clouds blacken with each provocation The rain beat down like pellets…
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I wish