Rebirth – Oyeniyi Ayoola
My song of rebirth tuned in,
Accompanied by the whine and wine,
Of bullets and blood, and the drumbeats
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We trade dreams for reality; our fantasies for facts. We sometimes need to dream back because dreams are the only things we have in life. Rebirth is about returning back to our dreams and doing something about it.
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My song of rebirth tuned in,
Accompanied by the whine and wine,
Of bullets and blood, and the drumbeats
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Born again without my mother this time, Nature was to nurture me. My wounds grew bigger and all they could feed on was salt,
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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.
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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!
Black Sheep – Ezekiel David Read More »
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.
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They return as flowers from their long time journey into the spirit land,
That we should now care for them.
The Sunflower in My Father’s Garden – John Chinaka Onyeche Read More »
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.
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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.
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In 2010, before my father became the Chief Imam of Ipokia Central Mosque, I had become a fake prophet.
Fake Prophet by Moshkur Ajikobi Read More »
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.
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