Rebirth – Oyeniyi Ayoola
My song of rebirth tuned in,
Accompanied by the whine and wine,
Of bullets and blood, and the drumbeats
Rebirth – Nomonde Sky
Born again without my mother this time, Nature was to nurture me. My wounds grew bigger and all they could feed on was salt,
The Moment – Ogonna Kanu
From where I am, I have touched the eagle in flight. And memory will not erase this sight. I soften the pace to my destination. And stand too, to listen to this morning’s oration.
Black Sheep – Ezekiel David
The early hours of this morning met me sinking in tar,
I felt the cold of dawn and I was the black sheep of the family.
Such a cold rebirth!
1967 – Quist Miracle
Yet, she says I remind her of hope;
Anytime she looks into my eyes,
She believes she can dream again.
We can still dream again.
The Sunflower in My Father’s Garden – John Chinaka Onyeche
They return as flowers from their long time journey into the spirit land,
That we should now care for them.
We Are Books – John Chinaka Onyeche
my grandfather, my friend and my teacher wrote within me the last words of this poem; We are books and we should be written in the ink of love for education. We are books, write your pages with love and come alive with each page.
Cornerlis Affre – Love is death
I guess ‘love is death’ wasn’t always about death. It was about the absoluteness of love, like death. Even when they’re gone, a part of them still stays with you.
Fake Prophet by Moshkur Ajikobi
In 2010, before my father became the Chief Imam of Ipokia Central Mosque, I had become a fake prophet.
Sadist by Evanson Njuki
This is Shantee, the same place, where the Sadist, called my father lived. where he tended his farm, where he ate his garlic, where he sired me, where he died. The same place where I now stand, where I now eat my garlic, where I now live, where I will probably die.