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...

Nnayi, calm down!

not sure if they told you that that seat now belongs to a child not sure if you can do better than you’ve done before you were exiled not a threat of flood can beat this day of dryness or tame...

For nothing, thank you

I’d have said thank you for air for water for sunlight and for the chance to live tomorrow, again, I’ll err after the promise yesterday that I’ll only do right what would you do...

Here is another lie

you can be whatever a king, a queen a prophet or baal just pray about it no need to be clever just be between wise and foolish armed with wit the field is levelled the war will end this is an earnest...

The gathering

it is the laughter worries that are forgotten memories that are made and goodbyes that may mark a beginning have you bitten behind backs or called a spade by its name- spade? where your mind has been...

If it were my last

I pray to have walked down this path as a husband, father and a happy man I must have imparted countless knowledge I would love to die when the time is right I would have poured my heart in cups for...

I speak enough of gratitude

If I decide to speak and to stretch forth a hand every second to talk to God to say nothing but thank you if I allow my eyes to leak stomp my feet on red sand will it be enough? isn’t that...

How did I lose you?

I lost you in the fire Burning blue and not orange Tell me how, How do slim people burn? I lost you to a song Eaten up by the lyre Every blast of the horn of the cow Made you yearn And then to the...

The price you pay

Blood for peace Haven’t we seen too many? Alters burnt Must be replaced I caught my niece With her mother’s spine in flames Did we catch any Of the spines chased? Hold on to your penny...

A story a day (You)

2010 Song Hardship Sad No. The ability to differentiate spoken word from spoken word poetry when writing. Ruddapoet TRCP Very often Adichie Ngozi Chimamanda Annabel Tochi

A story a day (an address)

Lessons are better taught than caught If you hold every man to his weakness, You’d have none to hold eventually When you say change is constant, Ensure you change constantly Focus distracts you from...