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Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Agatha Aduro

There is a splintered street
Where dreams die at dawn

The gurgle of laughter stilled
In the unlikeliest of throats

There is a nascent irascibility that sends
Youth hurtling off the edge of this precipice

Called life.  Death is not painful
For the dead. Only for the unfortunate

Living who sift through memories
Like voyeurs. Searching for something

Elusive – trying to wring warmth
From a blanket left in the sun

This street brings a schizophrenic wish
For voices that are not there

It breeds fluttering ghosts that
Flap wings in rib cages

 

From The Enchanting and other poems. Click HERE for link to Free download. To read Agatha Aduro’s blog, click HERE.

 

 

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ONE GENERATOR AND TELEVISION (THE STORY OF OUR STREETS TODAY) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Today, one generator and a television
Were taken away from someone
Light and hope was stolen from that home
He lost his head and swore to get someone else’s

Today, a man was caught
Who stole a generator and television
He was the thief of someone else’s vision
Seeking means to fight Hades who called to his mother

Today, a mob roasted a man
With a generator and television
While his mother died waiting for funds
To get drugs Chemist costed at one thousand

 

(©Su’eddie Vershima Agema, 2016)

Posted in NAIJA POETRY, POETRY, POETRY FROM THE WORLD, POL TALKS

night fires (a poem) by su’eddie vershima agema

(for our lost onesand elvis iyorngurum)

the night fires are no longer for fun tales
they are for the wake
of several deaths
not for the dead gone…
but the living with lives long worn
out like winds sapped from souls

theories fly from diverse lands
rubbing sand into our eyes
even as we keep these fires 

are you a figment of our thoughts
a political statement
a stunt to destroy our famed luck?

the cold slaps us
as things get worse
hash tags fly but realities remain grounded
the days are still counting
yet the fires still crackle
as we wait at the wake

 

 

(first published on African Writer and SEVHAGE Reviews)

Posted in NAIJA POETRY, POETRY, Uncategorized

They took the moonlit night with them I (A Poem) by Hyginus Ekwuazi

It was the night of the full moon
and we were at supper: that was

when they came for my grandmother.

The birth, they said, was not going too well—and
was it everything the eye saw that the head
carried into the homestead?

In silence, they looked at my grandmother and
my grandmother looked at them in silence: their

wordless communication was like a loud silence—that
kind of silence that comes crashing  from the ceiling
when the teacher magically appears in a noisy class.

Grandmother did not ask
to be allowed to finish her meal.

She looked at us with the distant eyes
of a stranger—there was no remembrance
in her eyes of the moonlight story she owed us:

our favourite story of the tortoise:

his journey across seven seas and seven forests
and seven mountains and seven deserts and
the songs he sang over deserts and mountains
and forests and oceans and
the beautiful wife that still eluded him….

Grandmother asked only one question:
‘The grandmother of the child…have you sent for her?’

They nodded—as if all three of them
shared the same head on the same neck.

I found I was holding my breath
as Grandmother followed them

out—

and the moon went with them.

 

(From Hyginus Ekwuazi’s One Day I’ll Raise My Middle Finger at the Stork and the Reaper (Makurdi: SEVHAGE, 2015)

Posted in LIFE, NAIJA POETRY, POETRY, Uncategorized

I could have lost you (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

I could have lost you
whose crossed ten digits
clasped in devotion for me
whose smiling cheer
formed the water for my tree
in green and in drought

 

I could have lost you
in that blink
when the sun scorched
and I let my prayer fizzle
in the thought
your plantation was ever-green

 

Aôndo’s grace was rain in many ways
that stopped the flare of the devil’s scorch
even as time brought you back to crazed lanes…
Now, I would pour a sea of me
to tend to your every need
and if it goes dry…

 

I would bring down the sky
I would tend every burn
and bring you back
in the dreams and more
come…
home would heal every hole.

hearts
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(From Home Equals Holes: Tale of an Exile. Makurdi: SEVHAGE, 2014)

Posted in INSPIRATION, NAIJA POETRY, POETRY FROM THE WORLD

A Poem’s First Steps by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

A poem starts with a decision…to let one’s heart flow to paper…a bold step to share of the gift of heaven.
You throw fear of rejection and impurities aside then hug courage as you step forward to tell waiting ears of something you are only learning. ..

The bold step…

Stepping forward:

Let your verse flow.

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Posted in BIRTHDAY POEMS, NAIJA POETRY, POETRY

THE FIRST OF MANY LOVE NOTES (A POEM) by Sefa Renee Charles-Ayede

You’ve raised countless armies and helped mould empires out of individuals
You’ve fed everyone whom you backed, like the Queens you’ve raised have done with princes
You’ve fed not alone those who are biologically yours
You don’t see the difference between man and beast
As long as they are a part of nature’s limited yet sufficient circle
You’d show them as much love
In fact a great amount, if we could quantify love

My ancestors and the ancestors of many travailed far and wide looking for a space of their own
You opened your arms and your heart to as many people who sought a place to call home
Your heart is one that doesn’t see black or white, the rainbow is limited compared to how

                           colourful and warm your heart is
You’re more than just lands, rivers and mountains
There’s so much to you than the jewellery you’ve been divinely adorned with

It is futile using mere words to describe your beauty
Every angle only magnifies the limitlessness of your splendour
Mother of nations, wife to none
Daughter of a great father, yes you are his heart

Five decades is not how long you’ve existed
You always been since the Genesis
You’re relentless, like light it’s difficult to hide you
Again, these words fail woefully
How do you actually define GREAT without falling short of its ….?

A child can only boast of a woman he sees wonderful enough to be called Mother
A soldier can only lay his life for a land he sees worth dying for
The quality of a surname is dependent on the one who starts it

For the grounds that raised me, I ask that you only grow more fertile and stronger
I’ll take my time to walk, stop and pay tribute to YOU

A soldier can only lay his life for a land he sees worth dying for …
                 
       N    I   G   E   R   I    A 
….
Sefa Renee Charles-Ayede is a Nigerian poet based in Malaysia.
Posted in comfort, NAIJA POETRY, POETRY, POETRY FROM THE WORLD

mother (a poem) by su’eddie vershima agema

…at midnight You arrived home
wearing Your tiredness like a coat

Mum (from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/farai-chideya/ode-to-the-black-tiger-mother_b_3459906.html)
Mum and baby (from Here)

after a seventeen hour shift

I rode you like a donkey to the hospital and the next morning, you were back to work while I found healing.

They might not know, but mother, you are the one who always lifted us no matter how low we were.

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THE CRITIC COMMENTER RATTLE TATTLE (SMALL POELOUGE BETWEEN) ZIKA OLOFIN AND Su’eddie Vershima Agema

So, there are these cool friends of mine, Yemie, Dr. Swag, Zika, etc etc who think me the critic (wrongly) and one day, one of them took me up on a challenge to a small poelogue… It is something like a duel, methinks… But so far, we are testing ourselves with respect but I talk too much… Here we go.

The Critic by Zika Olofin

You judge the merit of our art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat

Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed

You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there we’re still uncooked
Our work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced

And my reply…

The Commenter by SVA

Names they have called for so long
They have seen me in lights all wrong

I am me, small talker commenting
Dropping thoughts, ranting
At other times tormenting
Getting thee, bloggers, panting

But…forgive when I am cryptic
Or sound like a critic
I am simply just me, small tormenter
Your one and only friendly commenter.

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NOT A REGULAR POST BUT A HOLA FOR IZZA

Not a regular post today, Izza…

No, for you are not a regular lady. You are the one who celebrates 23 and six days…

We are ticking the tock for you… Holding on to the chime of hours…waiting till the time when your age will match the full length of a regular clock.

And in every second passing, saying one more prayer for you.

In this new year, I pray that writing will find you, your muse kiss you and creativity pour forth softly from you to leave everyone dazed, dazzled, and smiling in admiration.

We celebrate you Izza.