These portraits slowly smudge the smiles that lit the streetswhere our fathers loved, lived and thrived. Violence is fueled on sensible and senseless plainsIn the name of brazen gods and a common God called peaceGuns blaze while cutlasses fly in the air cutting down destiniesHerdsmen hide under false pretences to raise fights as farmers riseDying … Continue reading ON THE BRINK (A Poem) by S. Su’eddie Vershima Agema
(after a post of the same title by the incredible, Adebola Rayo – for her) I barely write verse any more so I guess my creative voice is sore.I thought of what to write, what words would be right…What would I want you to read? Would these be the words you need? I whispered to … Continue reading STAY THE COURSE (Verse) by Su’eddie V. Agema
I found this poem somewhere on my system from many years ago. I think it was a test from one of our English lessons, maybe Introduction to Creative Writing II or Poetry or something. I do remember the course lecturer though, (now Professor) Moses Tsenongu, himself a poet that we looked up to, a past Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (Benue State Chapter), a position I would eventually come to occupy years later.
It was one of my first less playful poems. The assignment was to write a Valentine poem. Some of my friends asked me how I would conjure one up, since I was not in any relationship. They had healthy laughs at me. Well, I smiled and put on my imaginative hat.
Words came in a whisper Echoed in thunder: Do not let the dust force your feet too many steps forward Many are the souls who sleep to wake Across borders where the lines of existence are blurred I was somewhere and it seemed I died Then I woke to the sight of a ceremony Where … Continue reading Do Not Let the Dust Force your Feet too Many Steps (A Poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
O the Just Judge, master of these semiconducting troglodytes,
O the master of cockroaches and rats, the maker of penises that’d
Only sleep in a cold, unripened hearth of immature girls
O the sculptor of death whose buttocks are blacker than the Haramist flag,
master of my mother’s gasp, the dexterous planner of her fragile eyes
Continue reading “THE UNTOLD PRAYERS OF A MAIDUGURIAN MALLAM (A POEM) by Abdulbaki A Ahmad”
Every day rises with a pain
Sometimes deep, at other times just plain
Absence in that missing part of the soul
We are never whole
And wake up each day, nursing the hole
That our missed rib strikes into our hearts
He heard of her arrival the billboards shouted her to his face in every place and direction not enough, she seized signposts covering milestones travellers left wary of location in the forceful paste of her plastic smile loving… calling… She hugged trees and adorned walls her jingle on the radio the new herald of dawn … Continue reading She Came to Town by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
 Title:  Promises on Sand  Author:  Amina Aboje  Publisher:  Kraft Books  Year of Publication:  2017  Number of Pages:  87  Category:  Poetry  Reviewer:  Paul Sawa Although I write the occasional poem, I do not see myself as a poet. Avid reader that I am, however, I consider myself … Continue reading Unalloyed and Revitalizing: Thoughts on Amina Aboje’s ‘Promises on Sand’
Poetry is hope; hope is life; something beautiful. If you would listen, it is a promise. If you would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves to us like dawn unfolds to day; like the caterpillar to a butterfly. It is the look of waters – on a cloudy night; wait a … Continue reading The Definition of Hope
Maybe we should learn to hate. Not to love everything, like our heart would have us do. Not to compromise on things that are more of lies, for the sake of – peace. When they piss on the centre of our souls, quenching the one thing that keeps us going –sanity. Maybe we should learn … Continue reading MAYBE WE SHOULD LEARN TO HATE
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