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Cold Rain in Uyo
There was a rush of rainfall on the window side Accompanied by a burst of cold wind Which ate deep into the flesh of careless people And caught people in between the crossfire Of the cold wind and the torrential rain There was no ceasefire, whatsoever. No peace, no victor Just calm disaster. One accustomed…
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Paper Poetry
Shake off the fatigue The world waits to meet you The world waits to celebrate you Look beyond the dark skies Look beyond your heights Look beyond the rain and storm Look beyond the past dreams Hit the weakly cocoon Break the walls open Fly butterfly, fly away Never hesitate on your flight to glory…
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Darkness falls
Darkness falls… The cries of night wolves and wild dogs Rent the air far away, deep in the forest. The wind grew milder, the moonlight brighter, And sweet lullabies rang out from homes. A tradition the little ones adore. The evening simmered into deep darkness As African tales went on at bedsides. So went the…
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Fallacy of love
Dear Diary… When two hands merge, they stick together Lending, caring, hoping and loving The stream of cord bonding both Strictly fight for their loves survival Distractions sprout up the root of the creeping weed Tearing apart the bond that once lived happily I crave for some fresh air in the open I love to…
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The Wind
There was heavy wind, swooshing about Just behind the hut where the pots lay Now it surged. Paused, Sudden… Play The wooden doors creak restlessly Like horses surround’d by wild dogs Near the bush, the wind whipp’d tree logs The sweet fragrance of other houses came The stench of the sewages woke up And roofs…
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Lions and Lionesses
Lions could be cute and cuddly, But only without their teeth and claws! They prowl the thick vegetations of Africa And plains of South Asia… With their manes as crowns They rule the African jungle They roar from afar… And all tenants of the wild; Deer, Elephant, Boar, Zebra Wake to listen! In the night,…
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Nursery Rhyme: The Bamboo by Oke’ Iroegbu
Bamboo, Oh Bamboo Take a look at you! You are very tall and mild With stems, severely strong And leaves straight and long. Bamboo, Oh Bamboo The favorite Panda’s chew You blossom upon the waterside Spreading your branches like a canopy Over everyone in the small community. Bamboo, Oh Bamboo Your greens stay hidden in…
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At the countryside
The scent of travelling delights me To lands I have been or haven’t seen But it is more desiring to go somewhere, Quiet, natural and homely- Nothing compares to this ideology The smell of gasoline and burnt tires Is now my friendly companion For the road has been a customer And places my joyful partner…
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The Gardener’s Seed
Saint-Ligoue Street This idea was born in me, sometime, somewhere—August or May. Streams of thought come to me, maybe not all of them. I met a gardener down the road, gracefully adorned with a hat and a pinafore. Smiling, he sat on a wooden log, spread out, and I thought I’d met him somewhere before.…
