Poetry

Friday, 30 September 2016 08:00

An Independence Blessing

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AN INDEPENDENCE BLESSING AND NOW, NIGERIA, WE BLESS YOU May the road You trudge on rise up to meet You May uguru of the cold harmattan winds always be at Your back And okochi’s burning mid-day sand be a coolant underYour feet May the tropical sun caress Your beauteous face in gentle shine While rains softly fall as velvety wool upon your fields And until we gather again to celebrate Your 57th Fatherland, we bless You with renewed thrill May God of Africa, the cradle of civilization and steadier earth Hold You in the palm of His immovably almighty hands…
Wednesday, 16 December 2015 14:34

Art Thou The Biafran?

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Thou Biafra shall rise in spirit and in reality And Thou shalt recapture Thine glory sublime Gimme that old time epoch-making Ojukwu Of the Chukwuemeka Odumegwu Ojukwu Era That indomitable fortitude of a people displaced Of men and women with heads bloody but unbowed Of women carrying in sacks heads of husbands cowardly slain Butchered in cowardly undeclared battle covertly devised Of husbands gathering the remains of wives whose bellies were gutted And neonates hardly able to survive outside wombs were littered Of Uzuakoli and Abiriba dancers gyrate with heads neatly in baskets scarfed And "omu" in pursed lips shrouded…
Tuesday, 01 December 2015 19:27

A Measure of Marriage

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Not “What do I gain?” But “What do I give?” Not “Is this for me?” But “Is this for us?’ Not “How did they live?” But “For whom did they live?” These are the units of Marriage The true measure of its worth Of the man or woman In the game of love Regardless of tribe or birth Or the socio-economic index Not “Shall I leave him?” But “Shall I live with him?” Not “Is 1 + 1= 2?” But “Is 1 + 1 = 1?” Not “Are there irreconcilables?” But “Are there compatibles?” And was she always ready With…
Friday, 02 October 2015 07:23

On Nigeria's 55th Independence Anniversary

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Nigeria, our Fatherland, we wholeheartedly salute You We honor You with admiration that cannot be relinquished Your honor shall endure forever beyond your 55th Anniversary May You have many returns, though the future is mournfully uncertain We swear there is no sweeter name than the name Nigeria We acknowledge we have the growing pains typical of democracy We cannot fail to concede that the fault is not Yours but ours That we fail to realize that our behavior is as unruly as it is ugly That our thinking is immodest, inaccurate, and thoroughly impure That our appetite for material things…
Friday, 25 September 2015 19:38

Poems To Strengthen Every Heart

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Many have drawn strength and courage from these two powerful poems, and I believe my fellow Nigerians would find them both heartening and invigorating at this time of our nation’s uncertainty. IF By Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too:If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look…
Sunday, 14 June 2015 23:19

The Woman Of Great Faith

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Woman with the Issue of Blood (based on Luke 8: 43-48) Hers is a bloody issue that proves to be deadly consumptive in not unimaginative ways As the essence of life, blood consumes the body, mind, and everything in between A blood issue renders sufferers weak, feeble, lackluster, insipid, pale, colorless, and anodyne It is the consumption of her frail body resulting in aches and soreness, plus bodily discomfort A woman having an issue of blood for twelve years has experienced 4,400 painful days It is a depletion of her ego creating embarrassment, self-abasement, and shame Woman with a blood…
Thursday, 13 September 2012 21:01

Dedication to Ukamaka

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Mercy O Merciful! On my prim soul in agony A woeful reverie called today And a heavenly gentle sleep I saw Carry you far away O what can in Fate's eye be Of what a vision false and I Sullen as a dead tree leaf With only a soul, a mere wee Soul inactive in a shallow sea? A godless soul would die as dregs In my scathing pitiless pain Were I not that drop of foggy milk Then into a fetus lump and I In your warm glorious grave Was shaped with bones and flesh And when first I…
Monday, 16 July 2012 13:41

To Pioneers of Inspiration

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Farewell to the thermal yore Some whereat things did follow Man, my pioneers sang fluently What gives man power to rise Farewell great ancestors due Realms of songs have I imbibed So sweet, soothing and pricking And would be gross to deny Thou art Wisdom, fast Socrates Though Utopia lay on leaves And Aristotle, so mildly brave Charged the perils of degrade Adieu Chaucer for thy lays May I just a day be let To wend to Canterbury So to look at Bath's deaf wife Spencer's Prothalamion's great Of tales pressing and fearful With fair bids that sweet Thames run…
Wednesday, 01 February 2012 05:57

The Chaos Of Transformation (Poem)

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i. Abuja: Mortality-October 1, 2010 Splintered, the Unity City,dazed by debris, screams… Debris sinks the flashing green, amber and red gleams. Night-silent, the golden jubilee rites amass victims. The city is one with the abyss, you cannot hear any voices… If we are broken whispers, we do not heed ourselves. If this is communion’s excess, can you, silence, save us? So, speak to the void, be heard: “This disorder must alter…” ii. Abuja: The Casualties-June , 2011 (For the poet, Abdul Mahmud Obemata, co-witness to the bombing at the Police Headquarters, Abuja.) Blackness blankets Carter Crescent, smokes out roofs, blots…
Wednesday, 18 January 2012 15:23

The Birth, Childhood and Maturity of Nigeria

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The Birth, Childhood and Maturity of Nigeria By Muhammad Ajah (Being a piece from his poem collection titled: Sing to Me, Nigeria) 1) Sing to me, Nigeria In 1914, in our homes where We looked at one another and smiled Amalgamation was born Then we became powerless Powerless because we received orders From those who cared for us Like a child punished for disobedience They loved our unity for united gains And traded upon our sweats As we shrieked in fear When a white man stood before us 2) Sing to me, Nigeria They traversed the plains of the north…
Thursday, 05 January 2012 06:25

Ode to the Dancing Traffic Cop

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TO YOU who rise each day to do a honest day’s job who regardless of your station in life, bring excellence to your work who pirouettes with such grace you keep Nigeria moving…and smiling who shine so brilliantly, you defy the darkness of mediocrity around you who blaze a trail of superiority that only the courageous dare follow THANK YOU For not using your uniform to prey on those you were sworn to protect For not moonlighting somewhere else while collecting salary as a traffic officer For not allowing our roadways to degenerate into tar jungles on which the big…
Thursday, 24 November 2011 22:10

I am Lovesick

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By Muhammad Ajah (Written at the NYSC Orientation Camp, Kubwa in 2001) I am lovesick After a long search for real life A beloved that says everything she detests And only in me she must live A long search for proper, a change of mind From one to the other, love-sickened Ugo is a beautiful mighty bird Who, very quick to grip strongly firm Flew into my heart with her soft wings To pacify the fast beat of my vein and artery I am lovesick And forty hours after our meet A love longing man must depart A time when…
Sunday, 13 November 2011 02:43

We are doomed

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We are doomed A few seconds of earthly bliss, Fleeting moments of ecstasy Now we gnash our teeth, wail and groan; Our sorrow has overwhelmed us, Like the weight of a mighty ocean Sadness crushes us perpetually. There is rottenness in our bones; And our bodies are decaying There is death in our blood We are doomed Our defenses have been crushed; Completely shattered and obliterated There is no sign of relief and no end in sight We are doomed This disease not like any other is beyond comprehension; Why should the young and strong die? Why should the wealthy…
Sunday, 30 October 2011 13:49

Ebi’s Story That Touches The Heart

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For Gbenga Joseph Oluabey, his wife Ebi and their two year-old daughter Adora, Friday the 19th of January 2007 was just like any other day. There was work to prepare for and the usual care for baby Adora to sort out. Little did they know that a chain of events would send their world spiralling towards a heart wrenching direction. Rivers state - born Ebi, a consultant quality adviser with STAOIL started feeling unwell; husband and wife linked the cause of Ebi’s illness to her four-month old pregnancy and like all reasonable people will do in such circumstances, they decided…