Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...

Some Parts of Culture

Umuofia Okoye died in his goatskin as a farmer of debts An ill-fated and doomed lad Under the sneeze of a thousand sunshine Age was his king and child of title Umuofia’s sacrifice and greatest...

From what we think we know

Ivory Dreams The art sometimes revolted his home, how his sex was an ivory wonder. It did want to move to take a form of human. Nature forbid it to be alive. Flesh would admit they embraced, fingers...

Leonell Echa

Leon, a few letters may spell But of him there’s nothing to tell One from a rare fold Even his beards are bold Nothing to tell for words may yell “Be sure you won’t stop ere you...

The Man Without a Name

There once was a man from the east, Whose face was like that of a beast. He was loved by queens, And his loss were wins, Everyday his life was a feast. He lived in the palace of kings, And diamonds...

For My President When He Dies

Your heart i see, but do not understand Intentions are for the tongue Lies, the ears would never stand Action is what satisfies the eye We prayed hard to leave this dung. A true villain of our time I...

This Is Where It Ends

So what’s the big ball you’ve just scored? It takes eleven to make a team How did you make it in four? I remembered you vividly From the school we attend You with poor grades On good...

Two Humans

One in the background One is the host. One was made from the ground One is high the most. Two identical umbilical cords Two feathery flightless birds. Two rules to live as life Two must meet, one...

Strike and Locks

Good morning class! This is the last lecture alas! For us to hit the head, perhaps We must begin from the ass. This curse cast has been spelled on us Spreading so fast We shutdown the system We make...

Rooftops

The cobwebs of your heart are in pairs and they always begin from your hairs. Each time you forget who you are, It becomes a story, a bizarre. A long ode will not clean you, a short broom cleans what...

Picture Cloud

I make his face from blurry lines My mind explode like blowing mines In smoke the cloud swallows for free Vomits the ashes back to sea His soft brown eyes mesmerized with all of my signs He drops on...