When a molester is undeterred When the victim’s lip is sealed When observers are unconcerned When authorities are unperturbed What shall we do?
If all they say is wait If potentials lives are deteriorating If convicts have no lesson to learn If remand homes cannot rebuild lives What shall we do?
Now that sexual abuse is the root of major sicknesses Now that 70% of prostitutes’ suffered child sexual abuse Now that 60% of runaways were sexually abused Now that 80% HIV positive victims were victims What shall we do?
Agitations fell on deaf ears No redress, no plans for redress, no agenda We shall continue the quest for answers
The questions would one day be answered No stopping, no silence
SEQUENCE Writer, do not change my words, write in English Marriage is an institution ordained by God, yes It is holy solemnization, celebrated by men, A union of soul and body of a couple That is what they say.
It is to be enjoyed, for procreation too My marriage is the exact opposite Several institutions, with a man and plenty women Unholy and enforced by my parents United by parents endured by daughters
My uninformed consent does not even count nor sought I feel so awkward among them; makes me cry night and day A dirty marriage where I wash dishes daily Fear of contracting AIDS, the beginning of wisdom, Jealousy and rage I apply caution
My real mates learn Arithmetic and sex education Present mates teach me sex copulation My mates here, my grandma’s playgroup there Their grandchildren are my mates at the civic centre Do not belong here but left with an alternative
Learning how to please all, the best alternative Living to be an instrument of enjoyment for old man My life, my potentials, my future all in a dowry basket, Or was it exchanged for a head of cow? I was traded like a slave to papa
He was even present at my mother’s christening My playground now is on the smelling mat He digs into my cloth with hoe like nails. The question is ready or not, I am here. Married to a man nearer to the grave than the altar
Wonder at the offence that sentenced me to this agony I live my life by the day
Plan less, purposeless, reasonless, and futureless His daily activities are my “periods” A culture that severed me from my future,
Relieving parents of their responsibility Can I ever love my children? To bring forth children when I am equally a child They are brought forth in sadness and agony To be trained by others, due to my incapability
I cannot differentiate between umbilical cord and radio cord Et toi papa, et toi mama You released me to an unknown future Very sure of my widowhood before adulthood Abrupt end to my childhood stage
Enduring sex, enjoying weeping Secretly awaiting my vesico vagina fistula Praying daily that night would not come Dawn brings darkness into my soul Sentenced to a life of perpetual ignorance
I can neither read nor write Although I recognize my father in a picture Peeping, waiting for mate to put my thoughts in letters I dictate inner feelings could not wait in Dictation class
Looking for a writer at my age to dictate my intents
A child should be a child all over the world. I was made to jump two steps at a time You expose me to things I could not comprehend My duties exchanged for parental responsibilities Your burden became mine to carry at this tender age.
I know there is a government, Even if it is a management one I have a sister now she is twelve years old Parents are running out of patience Basket of dowry or head of cow
No breast, no menstruation, no developmental growth All these and more will meet at the old papa’s house To be traded for a dowry without her consent The boys belong to the state during the war To be recruited against their wish, is it only during the war?
Don’t girls belong to the state? Management government, put age before marry Coinage of agemarry is better Mother suffered this, I am in agony
It is my sister’s turn, let it be agemarry.
YOUR LIGHT MY DARKNESS I bear this pain alone, the pain of deception The secrecy is excruciating
To carry a cross that is heavy by perception The story of my life is infuriating You were present at my conception Now, waiting silently for my extinction
My honour gradually desecrated Due to your lack of self control You openly profess to cherish Between you and I, a poison to my soul How can my honour be reprieved? When you continue your secret desecration
I cry to sleep, I fear to wake Your presence a piercing dagger to my heart The small secret world, a solace to my war Your utterances venom to my soul Mother cannot see though very naive Life is slipping out of the girls hands
Crude and deceptive relative Sacrificing trust at the altar of urges A pervert in translucent skin The revelation about you in little me Will surely send a saint to sheol And a transparent soul to recession
Endurance comes to a halt today Listen to the little secret on air Read your acts in the dailies You opened me up, I open up today The gate opened for you time to eat beans End of impunity
I was wailing No one Pacified me
When a victim Rescue mission Arrived late
During the war Social workers Raped Me
As a refugee My body
Paid for meal
With rebels My flesh Paid the price
When I Die
Do not Donate A dollar
Donate A Grave
CHARACTERIZATION There shall be a role call Your name inscribed on the innocent’ grave Written in ashes on dead potentials’ resting places Covered by the uncontrollable burning coal of lust Your name shall not be written in gold For you are perpetrators of evil deeds
You force a lad into a canal of life Compelled him to watch your mirror of indecency Engagement in lustful exposure Masterminding kid porno and sexual expose Your name is sprinkled in ashes Fall in line on time
You who coerced an underage Inappropriate brushing, unlawful caressing
Evil deeds done in darkness All with unsuspecting lasses You are sentenced to a chance of repentance Your choice was eternal damnation
The secrecy of the acts Recorded by invisible cameras Relayed with unseen projectors Your acts were transmitted live By the defender of the defenceless Why the victims start while the acts end
For torturing a pure soul and conscience Raping them in the presence of unsuspecting parents Harvesting thorns and thistles Offenders in uniform tagged defenders Secretly and threaten, destroying the defenceless You have your rewards
Thus goes the first judgment For defecating in the holy sanctuaries Opening fire on budding potentials Splashing blood on emerging stars You are turned to perpetual ash Your time up be prepared, first be unkitted
The hypocritical aid workers Spreading AIDS like wildfire Exchanging contributed aids with rape Clouds can no longer cover thy acts You are already turned to ashes
The lass is weeping, the lad is sobbing Continuously you wallow in shows Shows of hero, shows of power, show of shame Exploration of energy on boneless creatures Stand for all viewers to record your face The deed is open, the cloud is gone
Your mother is here present Continue in her presence, nurture meets nature The world is watching continue in your act My lord awaits your demonstrations Your prowess with acts of threats Watched by that judge, viewed by the conscience
Your threats before the deeds Your gifts at the vow for revelation All placed at the majesty’s feet As we unravel the unsavoury deeds This is my lordship’s verdict Every child shall flee at your appearance
Your death a colossal waste Your living; a perpetual reminder Henceforth your conscience is withdrawn For it shall continually work against your stands And your peace of mind substituted with fear While your goal shall be to be upright
Your heart shall undergo continuous racing Women shall escape like slippery okra from your hand Innocence shall elude you Till you repent genuinely in sackcloth Tearfully, genuinely in true conviction Undoubtedly in heavenly ashes: Court Arise! BECKON
Raped, battered and bitter Feelings is of rejection and humiliation They say it is ----------- disorder I feel dirty, used and spent Nobody to turn to except me
There are choices for me To live or to die, that is the question To die and not to relive those moments Agonizing, traumatizing and killing
Living in my lonely and empty world
Nightmares the ruler of my new life The rapist left a message You demanded for it! I was sentenced before the judgment day Why me? Why me? Why me?
Do I have the right to be me? Do I have the right of choice? Can I choose who to or not to touch me? Can I have a fair hearing? Who do I turn to?
Where did I go wrong? Who do I offend? Who can I talk to? Where do I go from here? Respond to the voice of my cry?
No answers to thousands of questions Questions, questions begging for answers My big secret is driving me crazy My attacker is now a freeman A rapist let loose
How can you empathize with me? When all you do is ask questions again How did he do it? Where did he do it? Reliving my nightmares in sentences Or is it the open up and let me see?
And you called out, my dear come Neither your fault nor your making She stretched the hand of love I grabbed it in pain but relief came She pulled me out of the mud
Laying my head on her shoulder Receiving love,Solace and relief A needed succour in time of agony My proceeds of healing and cleansing A chance to live my life to the fullest
She says, this problem must not linger Normal to feel ashamed and embarrassed Now better to talk my way into my healing I got the power to move on Life is a gift, I must never loose it.
Talking about it now is soothing to my soul The idea refreshed my body now
The support catapulted me, I came out better I felt trauma syndrome and move on Believing that, yes life is a precious gift.
NO ONE ELSE Today I am in the room again My daddy is doing it again I begged again and again But he showed me the gains
My mother is innocently knitting My brothers in the dining And I, am hitting Hitting the bed
This is my story An adult before being a girl Raped and reaped by daddy Mummy always engrossed in her knitting
Daddy says “it is my duty” To ravage my little body I must not reveal our little secret Because the god’s will kill me
Who will believe my story? Father and daughter, who helps? Sleepless nights and fearful days And I call you my father!
I came to this world before my time Who do I tell it was daddy? My friends say it is incest I dare not say I am the victim
Everybody says it is an abomination My daddy believes it is divination I want to believe that it is my imagination
I will soon awake to the realization
I want to reveal my little secret Will you believe me? Will you save me from my daddy? I want to escape from my daddy
Speak out little darling, help is near Keep no such secret We will follow you all the way Your healing has come
Daddy in his daughter is a taboo Come out of incest, God loves you The apple of His eyes Why will he then kill you?
Daddy needs the healing process He is sick, keeping mute will kill him Help yourself come out clean and refreshed You are not alone
We are here with you
Help is not far away Stretch the hand, we are always near We will grab you, you are not alone.
Mama sent us on hawking spree Not knowing she is making us prey Everybody needs to pray For we are now the game to play
We hawk vegetables Uncle called us that he is able In obedience, trays placed on table And he starts with his fables
Doggy doggy was watching a play Innocently we joined them in this place Not knowing we are the target of this race Our innocence is needed for a raise
Excitedly he handed two pounds to me A week’s hawking sales, given to me Jumping happily into doggie’s arms As it dugs into my time
Life is ruined, my time is spent Few minutes the money is spent
While I spend the rest of my days In secrecy with uncle’s dog
My narration is strange and ugly But this ordeal is not strange to us We keep our deals to ourselves Who will believe I lay with dogs
I am the victim and the only witness He is the rich and the perpetrator Mama, the ignoramus and the spender The world a container that cannot contain our story
EXPERIENCE Standing by his car was the beginning of the journey He was so charming and ready to please me His words were captivating and endearing The invitation not a surprise but mama’s advice supersedes As I walk away with his smiles plastered on my heart
Lonely, reading and thinking, his smiles left a mark Is it a mirage? Is he real? But education is supreme Focus on the road mama reiterates, but his words His promises and his actions they contradict mama’s words Tread softly she said, but his words makes my heart race
Sick on my wooden bed, he came with smiles and sweets Begging to allow the transference of sickness My incapacitation hurts his heart, what incomparable love That a man should be ready to die for me Oh dear me Tears blurred my vision as his words sank into my heart
The visit changed my perception about mama’s ideas Whole and hearty, I accepted his invitation Paying the visit was a first time secret from mama To the church was the farewell, in his shop I headed Love was what I thought was on display, hand in hand.
A cup of water and a bottle of beer, the end of smiles Beautiful smiles turned into slaps. Quick successions The floor was the next point of call, vision blurred Twinkling of an eye my cloth tore my life turned
He had his way thrice to his inordinate satisfactions
No farewell as I gathered my tattered rags Where do I go from here, brought the reality of my action The world spins as the flashbacks bring memories Mama waiting expecting the grace from Reverend father Francis The grace has turned to grabs as she drags the clothing
Who did this to my daughter, tears roll like thunder? My mouth was gum still murmuring inaudible sounds You asked for it was her confirmation of his words How come they speak the same language? Mama and the perpetrator, he was a fiend and mama?
Mama, why did I forget your ideas? Your archaic views Not all men are like fiend, but this is an eye opener Silence is the friend of my fiend, a loop must break Innocent girls are victims; my fiend will face the law The lawyers are novice, their questions are daggers.
Court, arise: what were you doing in fiend’s place? How did you know you were raped? Substantiate The evidence is rejected because the blood cannot be proved
Goatee’s blood or fowl’s? Humiliation and counter humiliation A mistake has been made, the process is simple they say.
Lack of substantial evidence sets fiend free To a victim, the correct procedure: learn from me To the police station, endure the interrogation Obtain the report form, identify the recognized hospital Check in for medical examination, make a copy of report
To the police station again, submit the copy of report Keep the original of the report, go home take care Medication is compulsory, follow the doctor’s advice Voluntary counselling is essential, do not forget HIV testing is a must, perpetrator’s status is unknown.
Learn from me. Everyman is innocent except convicted Mama’s advice though archaic can save in time of trouble Another man’s wisdom saved the elders from being tagged mad Fiend would meet his match if we all unite to fight The right of women and children are rights too!
THE END Everyone says it is endemic, yet burrowing deep An evil perpetrated by close ally Presently, it has taken a new leap Transcending into a global issue generally
Today, yes the victim is my child Tomorrow, it may be your ward In togetherness we build a shield To protect this dying world
The generations unborn at risk Contemporaries’ lives are unhealthy Survivors’ potentials become brisk Perpetrators swim in nation’s wealth
Victims are keeping mute At your quarters, there is silence Abusers are becoming brutes Pretending, progressing in your presence
Charged and convicted yet living in luxury Of what use is this prison? Survivors’ future lived in penury Still we cannot reason
Of what value again is a life lived in depression? What use is a life in agony? Why not let us be in retrospection Put a full stop to this irony
Come together, reason together Law breakers, law makers, policy makers Conclude on ways on how to give her Yes! Give her the original plan from her creator
Appointed posts are opportunity to serve Victims’ lives are in jeopardy You now have the chance to preserve
Posterity will confirm your paddy
High time we stopped the silence United we wage the war Less evil reign in everyone’s conscience And child sexual abuse becomes a cankerworm
Stop the silence, voice out The child, the world, the future All becoming healthy layouts Our tomorrow becomes well structured
Stop your silence, make headway Perpetrators are not ghosts Victims make bridges and build highway Lastly and happily we make the toast
Perpetrators thrive in silence Victims connive with silence Policy makers enjoy this silence But we all proclaim, stop the silence
War against perpetrators all women and children say Away with children molesters and to jail all hail The united method with the whole populace the only way The law is on our sides we all assemble and jointly pray That all women and children are no longer preys
Listen to children and women who with one voice implore That the government of every country should deplore And total combatant of words and action be employed To fight against child pornography and unfold all ploy To turn our children to untimely adult and sex toys
Singular efforts by interested individual avail much Support from rulers and policy makers will upgrade such As there is little or nothing to get done if all wait and watch The law enforcement can be the generality’s torch If truly they are doing enough to support individuals much.
They are perpetrators, these same people we live with everyday Joint effort can eliminate and dissuade the behavioural ray So that the perpetrator will be healed from his predator hay The predator lives in the perpetrator, pushing him in disarray His actions can be controlled if he realizes his days will be in jail
Freedom to perpetrators is freedom to aborted futures Perpetrator thrive in silence because of victims fear Victimizations, stigmatization and mostly fear of fair hearing All these and more jointly connive to destroy innocence
And the beauty this is also the end of our acts.
TRAIN A CHILD
Chocolate is for children They are for you, eat all Oh Uncle! Are all these for me? God bless you, I will show them to mummy Oh no it is our little secret It shows how I love and care Yes mummy loves and cares too I love my mummy too And love is sharing Barney says Therefore I love to share what I got Your decision to share is harmful but This secret friendship brings mouthful
Showing them to mummy
Will eventually bring end to more goodies Alright, I will not show her Sit down and let us eat in love. Look at this, oh mummy says it is bad I must not see it or touch it. God created all good things He created this, good God will not create bad thing On no uncle I detest this If that is your friendship and mouthful I disagree, mummy says no to adults’ blind obedience No adult is absolutely right, this is decadence.
This is our little secret Exposing our conversation means death. No uncle, mummy says only God can kill If He does not allow it I will not die You are a disappointment, I used to respect you A child has a right to be a child All over the world it must be respected Mummy says these are bad: indecent exposure, Using children for pornography, incest Sexual brushing, coercion, fondling and molestation I have been warned about your atrocity
Have all and thanks for your generosity.
Day before yesterday, it was a six month old was raped Yesterday, the turn of a two year old girl Today, the case of a four year old boy that was reaped Tomorrow it might be the turn of my baby girl!
The way they happen in quick succession The manner perpetrators enjoy the success The outcome of our laws and its perception Makes me wonder if we had settled for less
Your life is in your own hands Either believe it or leave Whatever you do is imprinted on sand We are free to choose how we live
Living a life bound to destroy others A life lived to destroy potentials Engaging in activities that flaw orders
And make inordinate acts essential
Why should I ask if it were you? When you had molested your own blood Equally silent while being molested even at youth And would not come clean from the mud
How else do you want us to implore? Who else do you want us to now employ To break this chain of this act we deplore So that we can jointly destroy your ploy
Think carefully before taking the next step Children’s obedience mistaken for acceptance Their trusts you deceitfully used as traps But your deeds are forever in their remembrance
Life is better lived when head is clean and clear Secrecy in those acts show the negativity Before those acts think of God and future Stop and imagine the outcome of the activity.
Today’s children are queer I cannot imagine their ideas In the olden days, it was much better, life was good You can trust your child to a neighbour or a friend Nowadays the perpetrators are the familiar strangers
Jet age accompanied by strange innovations Daily emergence of new vocabularies and criminality What can we make of a father impregnating the daughter? Christen my son Reverend father: his father is abroad
No father, my daddy is lying, he fathered my son and I Yes it is normal; your father is also the father of your son The difference is just that, he is now the son’s grandfather No Reverend daddy puts me in the family way.
Oh it reminds me of Noah and the daughters Nothing is really new but the angle at which we watch, The words we coin for it and our acceptance As it is in the West, so it is in the East
Noah lived when there were no other women If the world is filled with more women than men What attractions kept my father glued to me?
In the presence of my never believing mother
He bite the budding breast in uncontrollable passion Bed turned to hell on earth, unbearable yet incredible If he cannot have me no one else would! My natural beauty, he turned to ashes
How can I connive with father and mother? In deception that the father of my son is abroad When he is standing shamefacedly beside me I have no heart, how can I forgive anyone of them?
To keep silent and rot in shame and guilt Deceiving an innocent son that his father is abroad In later years that his father died in the war or what Let the world know today, my father is also my son’s father
WHO ARE YOU?
Some people call me child molester Others prefer to refer to me as child abuser Whichever name you settled for As long as the reference is made to me
I am the perpetrator, the destroyer of potentials.
My explanation: ignorantly you approved my action Operationally, I thrive in secrecy and silence Innocent children cooperate with this silence Due to uninformed decisions and lack of illumination These make your environment welcoming and warm
Abundant knowledge on where to thrive keeps me going Especially in that your too busy environment Always engaged with no time to educate these children Education is light your sage says, your little ones in darkness Ignorant is never an excuse for violating the laws of God
I love your home mademoiselle, so cosy and comforting Where all your days are spent in the beauty salon Little or no time for sex education to help the children All you do is send them to uncle and aunts Where they pick half baked information on crucial matters
What of your cute home, my ever busy office schedule darling? Where age-appropriate sex education is strange though essential Car spare parts are explicitly explained, in no time the kids drive
Yet human body parts are shroud in secrecy, this drives me crazy! Strange names given to private parts make exploration easier
The African environment is well nourished for me to blossom With ever blind obedience and unbelievable respect for adults There I can easily confuse the little ones that rights are wrong No child challenge wrong elder, age never come with wisdom Their children rots in absolute secrecy and depression
I will not forget my United States America, the men and women A place where the solution to all problem is on the internet I solicit the children’s cooperation through their internet I used their net as the dragnet to penetrate into their homes To catch the young, vulnerable and healthy looking innocents
Some homes are cool and inviting, yet I thrive therein Because the children’s opinions are inconsequential Which are neither sought, trusted nor believed Even when these children voice their fear about me The parents wave them off with back hands
I deceive the children that it is our own little game Have you ever taught your children the types of games?
When all you have time for is meeting the deadline in the office Time for works that must be submitted every morning For salaries that would not be enough for family therapist soon
At the war zones come and watch my incomprehensible acts I seek avenue for war veterans to remain adamant to reasons Plight of the defenceless become of no consequence As I ravage privacy of women, ladies and children Mostly in the presence of their fathers and Young men
My acts are innumerable: always leaving indelible marks In the lives of innocent, unsuspecting and gullible children Who are then looking up watching if mama would please detect Then you were too busy to watch these acts under your nose And save those agonising cute ones from my claws.
I saw your efforts, know your house; I do not knock or enter Your head befuddled with CSA fact and figures in the society Always an important source of information for children and adults An accurate and perfect source of expectation for teenagers Living a life worthy of emulation and a model for young ones
You are unforgettable real mothers, how can I ignore you?
You frustrate all my hard work to penetrate into your abode Blocking avenues I carefully created through sexuality education Speaking openly against me in my presence yet I cannot reply Your daily activities are putting the potential abusers on edge
Those actions about mutual learning endangers my life How can I function perfectly when at the civic centres? The way forward on prevention of CSA is the agenda Ways to curtail incessant recurrence is the first on agenda Handbills, posters about CSA the AOB before closing prayer
I dare not forget your alertness, agility and being proactive Always prompt to spot the behavioural or emotional symptoms The red flags are known to you like the palm of your hands Always feeling jittery at your appearance and presence Quiet during your validation, fleeing at your manifestation
My pretence has no hold on you; you spot me by my actions You got acquainted with all my tactics the more I explore As your keen interest and involvement on CSA matters Set you above your kith and kin and all in the community If they all are like you, I would have no place of abode
Your involvement, support and financial assistance to the fight Curtail my activities and expose my malevolence deeds The time and resources donated by you prevent my furtherance Prevention programs, advocacy and rape crisis centres Are more or less gags to my mouth and future
No one knows that my death and end is near except you Daily I ruminate over the decline in decline in my health The more the programs the more I shrink Especially in countries where policies on CSA are enacted And survivors are forever revealing my secrets.
Do not join me, never indulge in my activities My life is full of sorrows, regrets and shame Emotionally, I am a wreck; I need healing and can survive From my character that my seeds must not inherit I advise all perpetrators to quit and seek healing
Revelation of my secrets to parents first Trust should not influence your decisions about My victims’ parents trusted me than their instincts To social workers, I shrink at CSA organised programs
Government policies are lethal to my system now
NEED A ROPE
I am a house wife who loves her chores My daughter loves to write with chalk Whenever I am less busy I face my stall While my little daughter faces the wall These are times she writes with her chalks
A fateful day, I sent her to write on the wall While I face my business in my small store Selling, at the same time watching out for her Suddenly I heard scream, jumping to meet her To my utter chagrin, she drips with blood
What happened? She could neither talk nor explain A two year old girl dripping with blood in pain To the police station I head as I wail
While my eldest son was at my stall to wait He had all the gory tales but afraid to relay
At the end of the day I heard the story My baby daughter was raped by Tony She strayed into the neighbourhood was given chalk He brought a slate and taught her with a chalk All of a sudden the teaching turned another story
The narrative was done by my four year old boy Blame was on me not detecting Tony’s ploy What should I do after buying her all toys? May be I should tie her leg to my store Nonetheless I wait for justice at the court
About to start again to tell the story
As I used to do to everyone that visits Explaining on how, who when and where And the sympathy or empathy begins Thinking they put themselves in my shoes But I discovered their acts and I kept silent For they slipped their leg in and out at once Before itching and pain start they flee How can I escape from my own shoes? He that wears it know where it pinches And they that put the feet to feel Removes their feet for fear of how it feels
Your words brought me out of stream of thought The hug accompanied brought lasting warmth While your palm was placed on my shaking lips Brought an end to all the usual explanations Speak no words, do not bother, I understand How will I speak, when my mouth is covered? For the first after the unfortunate incidence I saw someone interested in me and not the tale How come all that have been coming are not like you? And save my precious breath from tales of woe And the racing heart and blood from aches
And my failing sight from an unending tears.
Professionalism meets understanding and care My needed support and strength in times like this For the fist time I felt being raped was an avenue To feel real, genuine and reality of humanity The need to have someone around so close Who can and will shoulder and shelter in danger You took me far away from my pains and sorrow Though it happened yet it lessens my grief Forgiveness of self became easier and possible As I understand everything better bye and bye Who needs a vision blurred by weeping from pity? Or my innocent blood destroyed by self in this city
May all your efforts be crowned with stars As all children healed shine like stars While perpetrators as deterrent are behind bars To hinder the activities that futures mar While we achieve the best and in life go far Just as on eagle’s wing we ride to soar Making us potentials the world has set apart
For as achievers the sky is not so high And we gallop in life on happy ride In new world created where we live free and fair Through your unrelenting effort that knows no bound This token is for you as you await a glorious crown.
Even after all what resulted from my ignorance The agony, pains, all night cries that followed The feelings that are of shame, despair and regret In all these and more, even about your verdicts There was a little portion that kept on saying You are strong and can survive against all odds
The happening brought down my self-esteem To deny was easier but each day brought reality Every word from man reminds me of the actuality Opening my eyes to daybreak, I wake from my dream Daily I wish I could relive life and turn the clock back But deeply inside of me, I believe I did my best.
The world collapsed with the wall of my protection Exposed, unprotected and powerless to my adversary The voice travelled less and my strength ended abruptly Decisions and more decisions that could not defend me Later on, I became free thinking of thousands of way out Now I relax, retrospect and agree that I did all I could
Though power failed and muscle became undependable
The brain befuddled with a lot of solutions and escape Actually I have learnt of the powerful tactics and training Read about the way of escaping and breaking free but Realised that easier said than done until faced with reality In all these I know and believe: I could not have done better
To you, if it were you, your power and tactics would pave way It was me, and my power and strategy did all they could In whatever situation, I am through, with a new strength A new beginning, a new life, a new way of thought Came out a better informed person with strange abilities Ready to forgive self and others, as life goes on. Yes
MY CRAVING On the road to our farm Where my father cultivated The land so large and green The biggest farm in the world Owned by the biggest father How I wish his heart is dearest
Placing me on his shoulder The only place I can view all Happily and joyfully but sadly With the secret grief in me That this may be normal adore Wishing its love with no deceit
On my daddy’s huge shoulder Where I feel the pangs of pain Unexpected dip of his finger Into my private painful place The source of uncontrollable tears Wishing father would once be real
Oh precious father with double face Endearing soul while all are present Fearless and Fairless when we are alone But when with me, you are not a father Who will believe my shocking story? When I wish it were all thoughts
Mother ahead with fruit basket
Brother singing with bunch of wood Big sister with load of tubers Who has time for a little sister? Who has a jolly ride on shoulder? And her wishy-washy wishes
I wish my people be eagle-eyed Sharp enough to feel with me That father’s huge shoulder Where I pretend to have a jolly ride Is full of thorn, thistles and pain Will you have a ride to know my father?
Today I overheard my mother Instructing uncle: be gentle with her Be careful with her, she is growing fast I am in wonderland with wonderful people
The strange ordeal I kept from mother
To avoid destroying their family ties Now I discovered that mother is involved Why are you doing this to me, mother?
What is my mother exchanging me for? What can be between mother and my uncle? I suffer solely in silence and secrecy Mother is really exchanging my joy for what
Imagine the damage to me: your child Incapable of understanding implications Just because of trust and innocence And all your rules of obey before complain
I am a child who is alone in a busy world In which nature would not allow to reason And decipher the deceit in mankind Actually, the deceit is explicitly revealed to Him
Think about the betrayal of hope and trust From someone so close and inseparable You have chosen not to control emotion When it is in your capability if you wish
This world is so beautiful and endearing Yet you turned it into a hell for one That looked up to you for more than this And expects the best from lustful confidant
When I look at your eyes In comparison with your actions I agree with the almighty God For regrets after creating men
The smiles on your gentle face Reassurance from your utterances The smoothness of your palms The realization of Eden came to me
Can you correlate father’s fine fingers With the secret digital penetration What of the soothing touch?
With the recurrent accidental brush
Oh Dear father, with all my heart My trust and my innocence Do I beg you to lie side by side French hug with accidental kissing
Compulsory show you involved me in What of the accidental bathroom bumps? Your innumerable peeping in my room And the terrible tuck in at middle of nights
I live in a world of secrecy and silence Where mother places finger on lips You must not utter it, it is a sacrilege My world is definitely different from yours
How can you do this to your child? Who can neither desist nor defend While the world around enjoy the secrecy Our mothers encourage the silence
SAFE AND SOUND
The safest place I dwell all alone Where neither foe nor fake friends Can intrude the thought of a child The precious moments with no hurts
The best place to live and be calm The sweetest abode so strange In the company of unique peace And I forever wish it would be endless
A place I can display my best Where painful secrets are forgotten If it is only for a moment, yet in peace But then your pretence has no place
Where I can picture the peace I desire There I can exist in a world I deserve A place I enjoy the rare peace of mind
Denied by your ever present deception
The harmony ceaselessly crave though deprived Can only be envisaged in my inner mind Where your existence is perpetually prohibited And my serenity is absolutely guaranteed
Driven away from the world of reality But I must exist with peace in my heart Where man’s deceit cannot be tolerated Inner being gave the optimism for survival
A world created by force, though I enjoy it I can create even if in illusion, yet real to me A place I cannot be molested, abused or coerced While everyone pretends that child’s world is best
The mountains so glorious in beauty
Contrast to the gush of water on the seas
The sky so beautiful and blue is the best While the leaves green as they blossom
The flowers they bear, colourful in splendour As they manifest the works of perfect match
The sun is shining in glory with radiance Incomparable to the snow in coolness
The fruits and crops come in their due seasons And all the numerous animals as games for life
The architect of all creatures in His expertise Created all these and more for our pleasure
The creation of mankind is to rule over all And these creatures we enjoy effortlessly
But you limit my existence to an isolated world Because you cramped me in a world of dreams
You trivialize the beauty in nature works to me For my vision is distorted by unending tears
Tears of pain inflicted upon me by the motive Of your secret closeness to explore my tiny body
The body you have ravaged in the presence of all Yet nobody knows what I am passing through
Can someone cleverly cast a look at this channel? To discover the secret agony though in false smiles
MY BODY It is a gift that is why it is called me It belongs to me, so I have absolute power Over who can should and will touch me I have privacy, because it is absolutely mine Not yours, to touch or behold without permission How can I hand over my power to you without fear? How can I overpower, when my rein is in your hand
How can I reign if the reign is used as the bait? But it is my body, my person, my glory and my all
Millions of us live in secret, silent and seduced world If we are opportune, we will be far away from you Your hands, your touch, your beliefs and hypocrisy What a world? What a life? What a situation? But today, a reawakening occur and I stepped out To possess, to take control to overpower the power That held me down, powers that strike my will dead! It is my right; it cannot be withdrawn, cos I AM ALIVE Once I was dead, because you held my willpower
Your power could not hold me captive any longer I am stirred to a new righteousness, new self A bright new arousal from deep slumber To reclaim the sanity I was separated from When you forcefully plucked the unripe fruit But now I walk out majestically, beautifully To reclaim the lost glory, to soar higher Because it is a new day, new life, new body Cruelly ravaged but now living in new grand
THE LAW The child at the senate house, Invited but unplanned for Called but not attended to Beckoned at yet not recognized
My time is spent on their frivolities How else can one spend free periods? Clapping, singing, jumping and dancing May be also laughing and giggling
Secretly I watch all they engaged in Yes in their unsenate gatherings Clapping on their hotel bills Singing about increment in their allowances
Jumping at their monetary motions Dancing with their mazedious jamborees Laughing at unprofitable resolutions Giggling when given the standing ovation
Deciding all with standing orders Fighting for maze while still munching the national corn When will the Child Right Act be addressed? And the Right of Participation be entrenched
The flood of life is converging This water is becoming destructive
Destruction of lives and the future It is christened with different names Watched by all from varied angles Analyzed by the world’s best analysts Ignored by the crucial decision makers It is the erosion of moral, of conscience
Oh! The values, the culture: gone Are you there? Is anyone watching? Who is stretching a hand? Rescue mission at alert! Save our children! Imminent danger ahead Tomorrow is bleak, can anyone see it My children are being swept away by the flood
Go upstream, check the cause Put an end to this flood Our conscience is soiled Effortlessly the erosion is eroding all The generational efforts and fights Posterity will not forgive us Oh! Look at leaders with no precautions.
Jointly we can combat the spread
Arise take position, joint effort We shall savage the remains Save these children from themselves Inculcate everlasting morals Support reconstruction efforts Augment intended positive ideas Solid foundation, solid children, solid future Early propagation of legacies Teach them else strangers will show them Team work, timeliness and Godliness Together we rebuild the fallen wall of love The fence of love to ward off attackers The children saved, the future preserved. Listen the voices of wisdom, they speak Stretch your ears, give your attention With you we begin the journey upstream.
You are gigantic, so large Yet so empty, tempting and willing
Spacious, ready to absorb Waiting and calling out: room for all
Subtly and consistently, she calls out Yearning for our responses
Stretching her hands to hold together She is always welcoming even to strangers
She is praying for you to come back home Enough time, enough love, enough resources
Be courageous, take that bold step Match forward, in accords you conquer
Eagerly she awaits your return Leave your hibernation, isolation.
She is warming, she is receptive Enough of selfishness: take the leap
Are you prodigals? Are you afraid? She pursues, she overtakes and recovers
Bringing them to herself, to her home
They all belong here, in unity we stand.
THE MISSION ACCOMPLISHED The are all dying, all perishing The youths are misled, the elders: neglected The children are unanswered questions Their today, their tomorrow, their lives Their survival: a mission must accomplished
Their Utopia is the vision Look left, right and centre Spectators are watching the film of our lives These unwelcome and abandoned to children Devoid of dreams and purpose
They wallow in abject draught of dream Our innovation their destruction The daughters are out there in rehabilitation homes
The sons bound as prisoners Their independence, their liberty
Our vision is the their future The world is the spectator And these destroyers still our inventions The heart is burning and wailing Hands outstretched to these lads and lasses.
Reach out too they must be won over They are young today, destroyed tomorrow Caged future, unfulfilled dreams Relentlessly I proclaim salvation To the caged, imprisoned, incarcerated
To the secluded, solitary confined, restricted, Bound, frustrated, and remanded dreams. Raped, Coerced, cajoled and abused destinies Assaulted, battered, reaped, embittered Forthwith, stretched out hands Grab, move steadily and steadfastly Receive marrow healings, your vision must run
Believe in you, your vision and your life Forget all, forge ahead, forward match. Another chance to live your dream
TEARS Their tears for your deception Unfulfilled dreams and unmet needs Unutilized: your manifestoes Our tears: tears of rejection
Few live in affluence The majority live by influence Influencing the affluent for survival To eke the daily morsel, we live by the day
Who will dry the genuine tears? Can you afford to share your kindness? Can you spare that hug? Are you afraid of our dirt?
You cannot be identified with the stench This is distress, it is throbbing We cry for food not for attention
Thirsty, dry, living in anguish
Left without care, we are stranger in our land The nation cannot tolerate our presence Unwanted guests in our festivals Christened nameless participants
Fed with our teardrops Happily they feed the earth With our feeble flesh and bones Our death their divine agenda
We are their burden, our deaths their joy We never beg to live No plans, no place, no purpose Our abode for solace, their dungeon
Dearth of good living caused daily prayer for death Still all believe in me, yet in tears That I am the mainframe of Africa The solid foundation for solid tomorrow
SUNRISE When I cry No one Waved a hand Drowning Nobody Lifted a finger I stretched my hand No one Lifted me up Groping in darkness Nobody Shine the light In sickness No doctor Smiled at me Only if I die Everyone Smiles at them All because I am
The scavenger A name I dread The meaning With a choice I prefer My original identity While alone I scribbled My name Another Appellation For me I smiled At their ignorance Since I knew My name: Africa’s Light
MY DAYS Before When I see The oppressor White Like a snow In the crowd Immediately I will cite The maasa (master) Yesterday I saw an oppressor Posing Baas! Infuriatingly, I charged Immediately Today He is difficult for me To cite ”Cos The oppressor in our midst
MANTRA I inquired from you Whether to sing or not
Sing what? You retorted I responded Song of sorrow
Song of sorrow I composed in tears I sang it sorrowfully For my darling motherland Where innocent blood flow freely
Song of sorrow For a land heavy with sorrow Filled with hatred No brotherly love but brotherly love Today I hate my song
In my motherland Laughter is seldom heard All heart is heavy Deprivation and marginalization The Grammarians terminology
My song is hard to sing
But for my generation will I sing Let the heaven’s weep Let the earth shed tears For the land of sorrow
Our women are weepy Men have lost their manhood Duties have become burden Everyman carries long face Everywoman snaps at all time
The babies are pregnant Bellies protruding like water pots Legs like ant’s Hairs like pussy cats These bones called babies
Like refugees we trot No war but victims of circumstances I will sing the song Song of sorrow For the land
Land that had flown With milk and honey in time past She flows presently With tears and anguish I will continue my song
Thinking of tomorrow Gives me goose pimples I sit, I gaze and wonder I call leaders of tomorrow Nobody to answer my call
These urchins hawking These pot bellied children begging These hooligans under the bridge These undergraduates perpetually on strike Pick the leaders now.
Can this song be melodious? Sorrowful heart: sorrowful song Sing another song today Change the tune today Sing a song of joy
I will abandon song of sorrow To sing a song of joy Peradventure there is a Messiah Who brings the ‘turning point? We will change the tune and the libretto
Let the women smile Once again in lifetime Let the men be proud So that I will put more melody Fine-tune the song of sorrow
MAGNIFICENCE Look at the beauty of the morning The touch of the dew to your body Opening of the first sun in summer Look at the rain drop, watch its glory
Imagine a life without nature! Behold the beautiful butterfly Take a walk in a flourishing garden
Move closer; take a look at a falling timber
Wait at my backyard touch the cob of corn Pay attention to a herd of sheep on field Concentrate on the shining beach sand Run away from the current of an ocean
Move closely, touch your skies Until now do I think of life without nature Awake, your chance to explore Life is beautiful.
DECISION A chance to live life to the fullest A choice left for your decision What you put in is the input For you will one day be questioned? How many you forcefully put out Every decision made by you Definitely affects someone
Either you or I You another soul in a body
Decide to strike the match Your light will show the way It will reinforce hope Every indecision affects decision Stand upright remain right You decide to decide your decisions As you make those that affect lives Think of when you will not decide again And others will make your decisions.
THE WOLF AND ITS PREY You are my snow in summer Source of my river in December in Sahara The only sun when it pours My ever present moon in day time The sunlight in the darkest part of my life Your growth is magical
Your beauty is incomparable The last being in God’s creation agenda
Follow me, step on my footsteps I will explain unimaginable treasures in you Incalculable measure of pleasure Your presence is logical
Indefatigable magnet is closing the gap Your satisfaction is perfectly guaranteed Your existence the catalyst of my life May you be catapulted into my arms Forever in my heart, the only source of solace The refreshment is critical
What obnoxious falsehood Outrageous and fallacious pronouncements Leading you to an avertable destruction Your pure and stainless treasure The tranquility of mind All is chronological
Exaggerations cannot express your being Your beautiful beginning truly incompatible Your alluring and commendable splendour Transcends whatever notion they have
Think straight face life be bold The strength lies in the ability to choose
The words are mirage, built to confuse Even expressions of follies, the duty of words Your life, his life, our lives All better preserved when safe My adorable girl your words count Pick the words with your head
They glittered, now they are shattered A rootless plant withers in the evening Eventually the rots will become manure Never accept being a fertilizer of diseases A word is not enough for the wise If the word is from a worthless fool
SUNBEAM Today, everywhere looks gloomy My tears disrupt my view
Sleep eludes my eyes Loneliness encapsulates my vision
My focus became marred by hunger But with my belief and conviction
That one day, I will smile When I have a voice and can be heard
To speak and be listened to To scream and be rescued
To mourn and be comforted That time, I will smile
When all the children smile When the war victims are safe
When they have their voices When their policies affect lives positively
That day, I will smile And I will remind you of these words.
TACITURN I have no right, I cannot vote But I am left with lefts The lefts are also like me
We are alright and have rights But we wait for their decisions They decide our fate and our future
We were left with candies
At the candid decisions making house Alas! All these indecisions tagged decisions
Ideas they hide here and went in to make indecisions Even their deceptions they also termed decisions Lend me your voice, repeat
Now I speak through you Echo the words I speak louder For I am voiceless
If you speak through me speak rights Be not disillusioned by their tricks Never be swept away by their sweet words
They have a way of winning souls It is the way of cash Once taken, forever mute
Our rights will then remain in purses For you would have eaten of leftovers Unbelievingly, you have eaten our future
Let all stand to defend human rights Breathing means alive, alive means a right Respect our feelings and right to be
RESTORATION Heal the land Let its fruit be healthy Let its offspring blossom Luscious, unblemished and flourish The fruit at the verge of decay Together we will nurture its tree Let it be manure and nourished Enough of intellectual hatred
Another opportunity for revolution The lads are perishing The lasses have tested positive Grammarians say it is degradation, exploration Observers opine it is being left with less choice The writer comments: we are sick The cankerworm is devouring the system Decadence has overtaken the decade That gives maximum pleasure But it is from someone else treasure Remember she is God’s creature Our land has refused to yield The fruits have withered before ripening The god’s eyes are dripping Is this Sodom or Gomorrah? You are the cure The ladies walk half naked Now it is known as fashion and style The boy’s transition to girlhood They have husbands, it is the gay thing We remain ungovernable: unity is the name of an estate To your tents o! Nigerians
Everyone for himself, God for none of us Re-orientation! Intellectuals proclaim
Told to be brothers keepers Now we are our brothers’ killers Forward march: left, left. Left Let our swords be turned into ploughshares This land will be green again There will be more than enough leftovers May be scavengers turn to avengers May the fathers become providers
Fathers deflowering their daughters Uncles ravishing the little nieces River of life at its brim The land is sick; the people are like walking corpses How long do we continue mute? All that is left is memories of the past Heal the land You are the antidote
Prostitution, a bane to a healthy generation Lesbianism, gay, new vocabularies
This is absurd, but imagine this; Father in law in daughter in law What a national catastrophe! What goes around comes around Aristos daughters are init too With dogs elsewhere, a word for the wise
Prove your worth, my dear lad In a twinkle we are gone The seed sown today, tomorrow its fruit Ripe, robust, ready to be devoured You planted it you will reap it Human trafficking, trading in ladies Child molestation accusing eyes on you You are the antidote: heal the land
Trainers assume your responsibilities Your breast milk is sour: my beauty endure Allow the children to suckle once again The lasses must quit prostitution Duty calls: train the children You are the cure, leaders turned looters Lawbreakers, now law makers take position
It is your turn for a turn around
Courageously, let us forward march The intellectuals much stay to prescribe Enough of brain drain let us salvage the ruin Home sweet home, act with one purpose You have the antidote, we are the cure Let us gather our medication, I submit mine You are born, one day you will depart We will all say: you were the cure
RESURRECTION And -----------------------------He left With my heart He went away But-------------------------------Like a tree cut down It perceives the odour of water And -----------------------------I promise My heart will beat
Again -------------------------Like a stream It will flow For life And ------------------------------
WAITING IN VAIN Do not believe them And never accept them I have waited enough Still they say wait Several years have I waited Waiting in vain
I have endured but now Will I speak, like the Town crier will I bemoan They looted, and they plundered
They uprooted me They drained life out of me
Newcomers chastised old suckers With pledges to reconstruct They said be patient The disgruntled elements are jailed They too, sucked drained my sap Yet again they are here.
I have waited in pain No root, no stem, no strength All energy is spent, I am withered Can I continue in patience? Sometime ago, hope came It was quenched before inception
Promises upon promises Won’t I collapse in waiting? Neither crawling nor walking I am old but then still bemoaning The beaks of power that be
Still sucking my bloods
SOULMATE We all sing one song I wonder why It is neither a dirge Nor a lullaby
Listen to the song A song for our land Land tarred with blood To the road of freedom
They sang bang, bang, and bang
Sirens gave us tune The kraal, kraal, kraal, kraal Of their riffles is the sound of our guitar
Their soldiers’ boots: our drum Their cries gave us lyrics In remembrance of you all I start my song today
I will sing their songs Posterity will remember them Song sang by Roben Islanders Will you join the band?
Luthuli, Laguma, Peter Abrahams Steve Biko, John Nagoza Jebe, Awolowo Those with names, I know you Because your lyrics have life
You sang the song of freedom The song that moves the heavens Yes! Nkosi Sikelela Africa Their song is my song
Let their lyrics become our song They did their best, it is now our turn Our time to stand out For dear Motherland
They sang freedom song Freedom from hunger, oppression, deprivation Freedom from corrupt leaders Enough! Away with the oppressors
Looters are labeled leaders When shall thy freedom come? Sing for motherland, for Africa I start the lyrics, Africa-be-free!
Went to visit an old time friend A long lost friend indeed Knocking at her door, a girl opened
Smilingly introducing herself: I am Patience In twinkle, Vision ushered me into the house Focus offered me a cup of water
Cooling my thirst, Zeal beckoned to my friend Success, the youngest chats on
Sighting their mum, I stood to hug her
O! What a full house, I exclaimed Lovely offspring too, Thanks, it is God, she responded Your husband, I inquired: Achievement? He is resting
A thought crossed my mind Achievement married Determination at last She bred: Patience, Vision, Focus, Zeal and Success
He needs his rest after all his toils With the beautiful flowers blossoming All fascinating and intriguing surrounding his table
His words now reiterate in my heart They shall be like a olive tree It surely came to pass yes.
WARM REGARDS To the giver of life I say kudos For sparing our lives
Life, like a passing shadow Breath like a stream Can neither be held nor touched
But since knowing you Since loving you Ever since I begin trusting you
Breath pile upon breath Shadow upon shadows All not enough to say how I love you
Yes! How I do In my deepest When all is asleep an quiet.
I, lying awake with thoughts Cherishing moments in your arms Replaying episodes in those acts
Reliving periods spent together Smilingly seizing every opportunity To say thanks to the giver of life
He spares you for me, I for you too And giving us a time, this time This breath and this love
NONENTITY You can be Mr Nobody Intrusion into others Fluctuating ideas Trailing at the pulpit of Others erratic consents Listening to unprofitable conversations
You can be a lone ranger At peace with God Almighty This could be in isolation But deeply grounded In the Rock of Ages With nodding appreciation from Abba
Can you see a man?
Who consistently find ways? To satisfy man: flesh and blood Man who is perpetually insatiable Such a man will live short Yes, and perish his effort in enlargement.
Accept all as yours, man is god to man Live in peace with all men Allow what cannot be changed Work continuously in dynamic opportunities Change the environment through your efforts Develop the inner strength to strengthening all.
You will be remembered for sacrificing all To satisfy all, for your effort is directed to all Appreciated by all, sneered by insignificant few Who are forever voracious But he is here to propel your wheel of progress
As you continually do HIS work on earth.
MAMA Saddled with child at back Struggling with loads on head Splashing slippers breast here and there Singing lullaby on the road to the farm
Singing, working, sweating yet still battling Sorrowfully feeling for those at school Sometime singing for the one under the tree Sorry, her own stomach is rumbling and empty
Smallie cannot get enough breast milk Still browsing for cheap “akamu” So that there might be surplus milk Sh sh sh sh beautiful woman Long Live!
Since the genesis of man, you are the pillar Sincerely speaking, things done and accepted Sometimes supported by your effort and power
See the light of the day and endure forever.
Same as the children delivered, nurtured by feeble hands Spur to become rulers and achievers Still in small silent and salient voice Seek ways to appreciate your undaunted courage.
Suddenly an idea sprang up. That woman may live Sustain the environment and the heritage Surprisingly the idea was accepted Startlingly from your end, a woman is appreciated.
Note: Akamu is the local custard in Nigeria, it is corn paste
MY DEAR FRIEND
Beautiful and reliable, what do I do without you? There when all are not, you know things I can do Without you what can I do? Dependable ally in time like this You made me realise who I am and waited patiently to sprout You believe in me more than I believe in myself The only truth I know about myself was told by you.
When others signed out on me you were beside me When some walked out was when you walked in. Severally, I demanded why behave towards me this manner And your response opens other questions not yet clarified If I were to come again, I will walk same road to meet you And climb that same stairs in order to behold your face.
The humanity in man is exemplary in your views The selflessness in God is replicated in your ability to spread You love without withholding, not minding my not replicating The unimaginable steps to save in time of danger
Gave the impression of one ready for perpetual sacrifice How do I pay back when I can neither see nor touch you?
Always on my mind and as I breathe, I remember you Standing among the crowd, thinking and talking about us Though we have never met, but I am sure you are aware That speaking, thinking and fighting for us Without neither knowing nor related to us is enough sign As we continue to fight we recognise your pains.
You are there, not watching the agonies but imagining You sacrificed your pleasure and treasure to keep for us Given the chance I will emulate. What do I give in return? When all we had in vault is spent by treasurer? But all I can sacrifice today is appreciation to you. And a promise to do unto others as you have done to us
TRANSITION Gradually, it is dying, withering Yes! It is decomposing
Day by day, it is decaying And this too shall pass
Although beaten I will stand again live life anew
Fulfilling life of greatest potentials Survival is within, I will tap into it
What has happened is behind Hope abound ahead of me
Living life again, dreaming big once more Creating ideas to move on to lofty heights
A place where dreams do not die and vision lives To rise again a task before me
Given this chance, grateful to all Agony has ended, new life is here
I have come out clean and refreshed Stepping out rejuvenated and revived
Like a gold through fire Like the serenity after the storm
Forth now I come shining? Because changeover has ended
The heart is anew Evolution to a new me
ACCOUNT DETAILS He The creator has deposited in all Inner treasures interminable In you, search yourself Concentrate on your abilities.
Look inward, search for your aptitude Discover thy strengths The endowment is great An age where best is celebrated
Let all celebrate, your gift
Yes! Your great qualities peculiar to you The hero lies in you Your celebration time is now.
All In as much as none is indispensable But we are all living treasures Potentials of inestimable values Still we need to explore opportunities
They To actualise all that is set before us As we move on exploring Challenges are needed to gear us into action Not to jeer us and expose the loopholes
Always there to direct the path Lift your arms, surely he will place you On his shoulder, less you dash your foot
Ride into your glory on his majesty’s shoulder
THIEF OF TIME O! Day before yesterday I had a tomorrow, I promised, give me a day more The work will flow freely Like a flash, it is a new day
Yesterday had its chance But just in a twinkle I said wait for once Things will be creamy, I will do it Like a dream, today was once tomorrow
Today, I am double sure Yes! All the work will be completed Afraid, there is no cure for this Another tomorrow is here
The work: Not yet done
Determination and focus, invited Works undone in trouble As enough time wasted on frivolities Is diverted through on things to do Happily I dig into necessities.
Accomplishing all in no time Waiting for motivation and rewards If available and if not an inner will, Satisfaction for dethroning procrastinations The thief that is invisible to the law.
TONGUE And the drummer beats The village laghgalogho sweating The okposo danced out their hearts All because of Esala
Esala the cook of Airegin The best cook in history She cooks like the spirit that cooks for the gods The spirit is high and the mood is right
There is joy unquantifiable in every heart The sky is bright and beautiful It is the new yam festival And everyone in the world assembled
We are all waiting for Esala’s soup
Mouth-watering with ogiri olomakude Children jumping, Udan clattering Wait a minute there is commotion
Alas! Condiments are rebelling Oil refused to mix with pepper Listen to periwinkle sh sh sh “Do not torture me with the presence of salt”
Ah onions is screaming “I can not endure pepper any longer” Aberrations war in the pot of soup! Give way run for dear life
Helter skelter people running Disunity in Airegin, Pot of soup United you are delicious Living in togetherness is beauty of life
BLOOD Buried in your blossom is the treasure Deeply buried by Mother Nature to nurture all The source is far away but it is oozing Continually strangers explore for more Treasures turned all to corpses
Many are dead many more expected to die The dead turned to manure to nurture treasures The more the dead, the more it is nourished The living remaining malnourished Underneath the earth laid Mother treasure
Also beneath the earth also laid the corpses All deposited below to enrich the strangers The treasure to nurture these offspring,
Existence of these now depends solely on treasures Destructions now follow these creatures
As looters explore without boundary Spectators heave sighs with less comment When can the just be justified? Treasures diminishing, explorers blooming and flourishing Treasure land turn to pressure groups land
Growing lean, thin, dry and deserted by all The truth is hard, bitter and sour Our treasure is burying its creatures Forcing the creatures to return untimely to source Creator was sad for creating creatures
More still as treasures turned to source of death The treasure land becomes the cemetery Leaders turned killers and treasure land the battleground These killers become pleasure for traitors The more your death the more the treasure and the pleasure
Be alive, savour nature and Live The explorers prefer more death for treasure
A nutrient for treasure explored by traitors for pleasure Do not be transformed my brethren, nay Into life’s unfulfilled potentials in no time
The absolute authority exerted on others by men in power Is compared to the opportunity given to the devil to strike The power to give others such opportunity is rested on men. You deserve the leaders you have is a cliché, you have a choice The fact that men were not powerful until given the consent The authorization created the state while the power created avenue this opportunity avails man to exhibit the inner creature of the leader. Men exercise supreme authority when set above common people
The vulnerability of rulers to instigate men against one another: Perpetrated by incarnate of the morning star before demotion Man inhumanity to man is exhibited in action and reactions The feeling of satisfaction and contentment in the presence of dearth Pleasure in your household in contrast with the hunger among voters Children turned scavengers in order to satisfy starvation We deserve the leaders we have at least a cup of rice exchanged For a load of conscience, future, progress and development
A hungry man is a wavering man, what will a piece of paper, A stamp pad, a thumb print and a ballot box do in drought Hunger traded the vote and conscience of man for a bolus Compare voluntary fast and hunger, there is hope for a drowning man Than is for a daring man. Dare poverty and expose your originality Men live, sustained by food; deprive him and he will vote for Hitler The deliberate attempt of leaders to utilize scarcity in period of vote Signifies the glaring knowledge of lack of support from the voters
We voted when the physical strength could not support the inner How long will men continue to dwell in absolute deceit? Feed us well and we will show our prowess. We have interest But it is covered by inordinate affection to satisfy the stomach Rights of men are sold to leaders who are dealers in the blood of men My people perish for lack of knowledge, satisfaction of today Bought over the satisfaction and future rights, Lend a hand Vision is blurred by ancient men living the lives of unborn ones Save our children from power that ruins, the women cry.
A BEAUTIFUL BEGINNING
It came and changed the course of history It became a name dreaded by some and loved by many Rendered some obsolete, jobless and visionless While others become overnight celebrities
The world became a global room Activities conducted in secrecy became blown all over The strength it exerts became mirage to many Those at the verge of their times regretted coming earlier.
It turned knowledge to a thing sought after You slack behind you become useless Every aspect of life becomes hinge on it Still the revelation remains amazing and alluring.
Life became worth living again and wisdom of men Surpasses the understanding of the genius And the surge towards it became contagious As the world stand still to behold the power of idea
It improved on the existing knowledge And exposes the loopholes of theoretical summations
The exhibition of human knowledge and endeavours That can influence the course of nature
It brought life upfront, made it a trajectory That embraces development of innate abilities As everyone builds on concentrated and undaunted effort Man began to experience curious power of reasoning
Do the little you can
For the little ones who cant To you it doesn’t count But worth a lot of pounds For those children who pants And need rests, food and pants.
A special crown is set for mankind Our population is inconsequential The type of race is unconsidered The complexion is a matter of genetic trait Geographical location as a result of curiosity Human decisions to remain in some zone
To be rewarded with a priceless crown Consideration for immeasurable satisfaction That money, position or influence Cannot influence, bribe, tip or buy It is only our ability to engage in act That brings peace and tranquility to others
Fear no man, power or force For time taught us all from time past From generation to generation unborn For everything done to affect others Negatively or positively goes with a reward The consequences of works will payoff
It is left for harvest time, that time The works germinated, now with fruits The harvest; sweet, sour, bitter We will reap the return, time shall tell Your works implanted in the lives of others Now grown, are you ready for harvest?
Whatever you do, has a recompense The deeds in the morn, noon and evening Gathered, nurture now ready for you Can you stand the fruits of your handwork? If all you did has life and lips, can talk Can you justify the works of your hands?
Sweating out, working on those efforts Well-done! Do you think about the impact? On fellow mankind first, eat the fruits then The seedlings germinated then gradually Now do you pray your lovely children eat? Imagine loved ones eat fruit of your deeds There might not be an end to seasons But definitely one day without night again Though sure: planting and harvest time
Our seedlings are ready now, be careful In a twinkle of an eye they are fruits Either for you or the loved ones to reap
A day is coming though here Nearer by the day, still now We open our eyes daily to behold And happy we are, alive and living Healthy, hearty, kicking others around
The happier we are when living life Great occasion to smile to all and self A chance to give a hug and be hugged But daily we move closer to our ends To a day the eyelids remain forever closed
That we open the eyes is an opportunity To beam our smiles and breathe the air Stretch the arms and bring others closer Release some acts and express our thoughts But daily we move closer to our ends
To a day we awake to another world And the works of our hands hugged us The relieves sent to others met us
Live we are touched express gratitude What will be the expressions on our faces?
Even it there is no God and no reward And the only judge is the deeds and acts Look inwardly, secretly and deeply Judge your intent, works and contribution Will you for once regret any of your acts?
Appreciate yourself, it is no sin Reward yourself, you deserve that Being alive is an opportunity You appreciate yourself and others For we are created just like you
Your beauty is incomparable and eternal
Reason for differences in fingerprints So different for there is no one like you That is why only you know your intent Who can know the thought of man?
You can decide to touch lives, others You can be the torch or bear the torch But as you shine the light on others path Light is shone on your way automatically Do unto strangers as you would be done bye
Strike your match, light the lamp What you do unto others is done to self One day that is unavoidably close now You will be all alone with your deeds That will be the shining light to your path The path so lonely, silent and strange But your walk will be so easy and smooth All because the deeds done in secret Have turned to light for your journey And you will have a jolly ride home
I AM FROM KIGALI
Can you flash a smile? Can you move closer? Can you spare a touch? This filthy rag and stench
I wish to be like you
To smile with shiny teeth To bath and be clean Smelling cool, nice and cute
These though is in my heart I daily dream of love But awake to stink and hunger Perpetually denied of love and life
Well you cannot love me Because I am faraway from life I live in the bin and war Where food and love is a mirage
You cannot touch me, walked for days With no food, water to drink or bath You cannot move closer to me Because the gunshot is deafening
But in case you read this note I beg the entire human race to act That I am in the war thorn zone
Need love, touch, peace may be food
EYES AND EARS
I see something strange amidst my people It may be generational or just emanating I see some people live in affluence and surplus While their neighbours wallow in abject poverty
Daily I meet people wake up early in the morning They are same people that sleep late working tirelessly Seeking more information on moving ahead in life Yet with little or nothing to show for their efforts
I read about few others too, so blessed and rich With little or no time to work, study or even learn These people can not even reason intelligently and act Yet they have more than enough to waste on frivolity
I hear of those with uncountable money if possible With no substantial knowledge, energy or explanation Yet they could amass wealth for unborn children While those sweating, working and alive are hungry
Come; see what I have seen peradventure you are free Where majority live in penury in land of surplus and green Children are counted in census there after they do not count Women work, watch, wait and then wail because of wants
LOOK AT ME
What will you loose please? What will decrease in your life? What will stop living in you? Who will abandon you? If you give a little love
I am starve of love and attention Denied of association and friendship Prevented from becoming inner me Abandoned by power that rules All because I am who I am
All I need is a short smile What I want is a little touch When I need them is now Tomorrow I may be gone and dead Flash a smile, extend a touch now
It costs nothing if you smile Though short but imprinted in me I bend down, rub my scanty hair
Long lost care and love I need a little now to be me
I can still live and shine If given an enabled environment I want to be alive and respected Because I can still become me A potential shining light, I am
DO A LITTLE
The beauty about life is what you do When your beauty is evident in others lives Whenever it beautifies their lives and world Your acts, contribution, affection and touch Create the beauty that endures in others
Lives around us are lifeless without our touch If you can disengage your heart from others Disconnect from the world encompassing you The feelings you are left with is virtual nothing The more we act positively, the more world’s beauty
The lasting impact of our acts is evident in nature Man’s efforts complement the beauty of God The plus to our world is quantifiable Imagine a world without men like you For the acts of love begat continuity
Your contributions to the world endure Nothing stops the scattering of human kindness When eventually it costs nothing and it is lasting More importantly as it is rewarded with satisfaction And contentment that surpasses ephemeral possession The remembrance of our acts endures than a tombstone There are some with no remarkable grave but deeds There are others that ended the journey on the road But their path is tarred with remarkable deeds Which are forever written in the heart of men
We have set up the altar It is time to make a sacrifice Then it was Isaac by Abraham But today, it is your turn
There is no need for a long journey Do not carry firewood or matches There is no need for a rope or ram Or a strange faith like father Abraham
Sacrifice that gives lasting impression Sacrifice that builds the faith of children Sacrifice that gives women strength of purpose Your sacrifice that breeds breath for lives
We need so precious a sacrifice Though it costs nothing, not even time But it could cost us life and living Your sacrifice of human kindness
Here left not catered for and unsung Unappreciated and not welcome A little kindness and reassurance Gives us strength and hope that it is right
Though left with no choice but Look back and give a little smile Rekindles the faith in mankind That our tomorrow will come
Precious place to be at all times With every mother’s love and time Providing, protecting and preparing Ever delicious meal with meager money
The place to be at every occasion Ready homemade meal prepared How do I forget the scrumptious taste? When it is ever watering in my mouth
The variety is amazing and questionable As I can really understand the combination Now that I grew up with no expertise As to how those mixtures were prepared
Diversity is the flavour in mama’s kitchen From South, North .East, West but all united To make the homely, hot watering delicacies Every new experience a story astonishing
Presently, the story is different and amazing
Only because Mama‘s meal is like hallucination Though the condiments are readily available But refused to bring out same taste as of old
Is it that our differences are considered? The diversity that brought the uniqueness The beauty of mankind and creator’s expertise How do we allow selfishness to outwit the spice?
The mixture that ought to be the centre of attraction Inviting outsiders to behold the beauty in variety Is now used as the source of divergent and war May it be sweet home and mama forever cherished
Hausa, Ibiobio, Igala, Yoruba Igbo, Itshekiri Kanuri, Fulani, Isoko, Ijaw, Arogbo, Bini, Igbonna Nupe, Kalabari, all these are spice of demarcation That gives intending travelers sense of compass
LEADERS OF NOW
Vividly I observe a tomorrow Where all children joyfully row Gently and merrily on the sea And all fear and hunger they see Will be deeply buried under the sea
A deep down desire of every child To be protected, cosseted by our shield And from all responsibility did not shy While jolly happily they sail through life In order o maximize their potentials in life
If the Nation is green and healthy And the environment and people wealthy
When human resources considered our wealth So that the love of motherland be the first Followed by the love of others which is best
That tomorrow we wait for is near and now Let every corrupt soul realise this and bow As we halt the generation of youthful touts In order to save and build the leaders of now Through a continuous and joint efforts of ours
These children look up yes to behold But there are no existing models to uphold Because the spirit of activism is on hold And we all leave the future alone to unfold As we act out no history for future to be told
We are all the pride of this beautiful nation Although today we might be living on ration But let us consider that this is a juncture When we are t a crossroad a T junction Where the nation relies on our decision
A passionate plea on behalf of tomorrow
To avoid where future will be full of sorrow As those who are alive today, lo and behold Those decisions made today they would borrow To build a solid structure without a hollow GO
Higher, higher, they say higher How can we move on higher? When all you do is, push down further The more we stretch our hands The more they push us down
The strength to climb higher is indescribable The power that pushes further is unimaginable The vision that keeps us stable is undeniable The power that keeps us down is inconsequential It is unrecognized, not respected equally minute
When the determination is mixed with vision When encouragement is solidly present When the support is powerfully visible Then you can say on the mark Even before they say get ready
The indefatigable thought for moving ahead Undeterred, undiscouraged untroubled Pushes us further, further and further Because there is ever thirsty goal, a vision That keeps us abreast, aloof and abound