Creative Writings Poetry 

Papa, where were you? when we Trekked to school; no sandals nor shoes

    PAPA WHERE WERE YOU (To all run-away Fathers)   For the years we were fed with hunger And starved with food, For the years we celebrated Christmas With mere white rice Having no single touch of stew Papa, where were you?   Where were you when for miles We trekked to school, Paraded the coal mines Barefooted; no sandals nor shoes   My uniforms were worn out New ones mama couldn’t brew My classmates ditched out Threads of mockery, and made me a spool It was unbearable So…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

Poem: Where we live, we keep on celebrating Thieves

DECADENCE   Where we live We keep on celebrating thieves, Applaud them as our heroes past Even crown them Chiefs   The land in which we live is one of ironies The minister for health runs overseas In attempt to stitch his broken ribs. In our pharmacies poisons are sold Cheaper than medicines, Medicines costlier than gold   “Decadence, This is the situation we’ve found ourselves Where lecturers are always on strike, Yet they claim Our graduates are half baked. Permit me to ask, Do breads bake themselves?”   Decadence,…

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Essays Opinions 

Opinion: Gender injustice; Men as victims too

There’s something called racism. It is any bias discrimination of one against another based on race. As such, if a white man discriminates against a black man, it is racism. If a black man discriminates against a white man, it is equally racism. It doesn’t matter who the object of discrimination appears to be. Equally, there is a word called “sexism”. It is the act of building social roles on the bias of biological functions. Let me explain, women can carry babies, men can’t. That’s a biological function. On the…

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Opinions Politics 

Biafra is not an Institution Registered by the Nigerian Corporate Affairs Commission

On Biafra and Nigerian military ; There is a word called Secession. It is the act of pulling out from an already existing ‛state’ in order to be a separate,sovereign and independent state. The Igbos are asking for secession, and when that happens they will call their new state BIAFRA. Now there are legally justified procedures to undergo while demanding for secession. But truth be told, until secession is granted to BIAFRA, it remains a criminal offence (IN NIGERIA) to mount Biafran flags, carry out Biafran activities, set up Biafran…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

To a Dead Friend: It Has Been Cold Since The Day You Left

  TO A DEAD FRIEND It’s been cold since the day you left Loneliness and sadness, that’s all I’ve felt Countless times I run down At the sound of the door bell, Believing it’s you, fantasizing your footsteps But it turns out to be a Mirage, An empty noise, only loud in my own head I walk down the streets I hear your voice bellowing I shut my eyes Only to perceive your perfume I’ve left the curtains out-spread Ever since you left I know you loved looking out Through…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

BLANK POEM: I WISH TO TELL MY OWN STORY WITH NO FEAR NOR SHAME

BLANK POEM I wish to tell my own story With no fear Nor shame, for who happens to listen Or turns away So, I write a blank poem One without stanzas nor verses This would be an empty sonnet, An expression of my pink That turned scarlet, A narration of how I had buttered bread At most once a year Like a catholic choir Singing the first noel Today, I convert those scars and pains To artistic strokes Made of fancy grey I mean Those nights I layed on muddy…

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CHILDREN ON THE STREETS

  CHILDREN ON THE STREETS (A poem for the African Child)   Send us to schools Not to streets With trays of mangoes Hawking away our precious tomorrow Just to still Your economic greed   Send us to schools Where we would learn With zobo and biscuits, Reciting nursery rhymes, Learning social relations In atmospheres mild Not under bridges Nor uncompleted buildings Where the dripping rain drops Batter our bare feet That sometimes manage to have slippers As our greatest clothing   Give us not out in marriages If you…

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RAPED

  He came with his muscular chest, his arms full Like an overloaded net. One after the other He fondled my breasts And then unleashed his beast Into my tent     Repeatedly he pounded, My safety he violated. Just when I thought His rash lusts had vanished And his sanity secured, Lo, he returned For a second tenure     I am a helpless nation Under political torture The result is social malaria, I am Nigeria         AUTHOR OBIENE SOLOMON Obiene Solomon is a young writer….

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THIRD TESTAMENT

  I’ve come with a gospel Let it be told My pen is my vessel. This is the third testament Your approval, certainly Is none of my yearning   I’ve left the pulpit Let society be my sanctuary. I beheld illusions descending like lightening Ashes, thatches Baskets, caskets Sound of trumpets Alarming sanity’s apocalypse   I am the one you heard of The messenger from the creek afar-off Let me a forerunner of the truth be, Preaching both to my fathers, Mothers and siblings   Let go the old ways…

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Opinions Poetry 

LET US PRAY

  Let us pray that our nation be piloted in fear of Jehovah’s ways, that our youths be not fooled by vanity of mischievous fame, that our leaders do not trap our funds within private gates nor from their duties slip and turn away.   Oh let us pray, may our cities be not razed by selfish flames, and the people say ‘In Jesus’ name’ amen!   Let us pray that our land be fruitful like a palm by Jordan way, that the workers of iniquity would not have us…

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