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Leonell EchaNovember 24, 2017

Wisdom was real soft spoken Always offering a bit of an advice token He was a statue of meekness Goodness was his only weakness At his feet, gracefulness drank Outgrew folly and all its pranks Under the tree he mended souls Sticks did tricks as mini poles I watched and learnt His rules never bent […]

Leonell EchaNovember 23, 2017

I have tasted earth in the lips of the dead When they travel into birth with my words unsaid. I have written these words to life, So you make merry alive and get a wife. Do all your guts say, if why just strife. If life ties your neck, these words will be a knife. […]

Leonell EchaNovember 22, 2017

The world lay before me as a leaf. Tomorrow coming as a new leaf turned to give me a new start. This is the art, written as a monocotyledonous hieroglyph- swallowed by the mind for it is photographic. Life in a strand- branching out to touch something. Something growing into anything from nothing. The beauty […]

Leonell EchaNovember 21, 2017

Dear Winnie, this is for the pain swinging your eyes like a bee. I’m sorry for not always being around. Especially when my toil is buried in the ground. Please and please, don’t remember this. Know this swing always left a scar I won’t miss. The one right above your right eye, hearing you cry […]

Leonell EchaNovember 20, 2017

I know where dead men come from, My father said it is from the sky. Whenever they fall, their bodies crack open and babies fall out into a womb while they find the tomb. I know where the sky came from, it is a mucus of God that will never dry. I know where the […]

Leonell EchaNovember 18, 2017

Slam poetry has been going strong for a few decades now. It’s changing, as do most things with time, but I’m happy to report that it’s spreading like wildfire (oh wait, you’re poets – here are some metaphors and similes: it’s growing faster than high school libidos; it’s growing like the US deficit; it’s spreading quicker […]

Leonell EchaNovember 17, 2017

Black is not a colour It is a void begging to be filled It is the yearning wishing to be fulfilled It is the hopeful glance from my eyes Black is not a colour after all It is velvet covering of my skin It is the mirage on the tar on a sunshine day It […]

Leonell EchaNovember 16, 2017

There was this time This one time She lied to me She lied so bad My mother said liars are dangerous My mother said liars will kill My mother said… The liar said… No, I choose not to remember Bose ============================ Time has now come,the truth be told Tis but all gone; a lie turned […]

Leonell EchaNovember 15, 2017

Decisions are soft nuts to crack, But If you can’t, just let it live. Watch it fly with the birds. Who’ll weigh the consequences? Root your reasons in loam, water it! From its fruits, make me fresh juice. And before you say no, Feed your no with yeses. Emny Circuit. =============================== Why you dey burn […]

Leonell EchaNovember 8, 2017

I did not want to tell you But you must have heard The blast was heaven-bound! The blast shook the earth! Was it also Christmas eve in heaven? Here, it was, The eve of chicken slaying The eve of chicken frying The eve of last minute buying That tomato that wouldn’t do That toy for […]

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