Ofem Ubi

Rain

April 30 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

You ate to your fill that night, photocredit- Adrian McDonald Mother advised you use the bathroom She could see the moist future For “what an elder sees sitting, a child won’t see standing” At least so they say, this adage applied tonight You said you...

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Jollof

April 29 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

The first day you prepare meal at home, Is the day sand becomes a major cooking ingredient It will be rice, jollof preferably The very thing Ghana and Nigeria is yet to have safe grounds on Even though they know 9ja’s is best Now back to the main story,...

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Pepper

April 28 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

Once upon a time, photocredit- Adrian McDonald You didn’t pound the red gold Mother didn’t call you either, she did the chore herself She felt you would have common sense enough But common sense isn’t that common they say So you ate to your fill Went...

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Report-Card

April 27 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

Photocredit- Adrian McDonald Remember that day you had your school party? It was third-term, You were on the queue, waiting to get your “report card” You weren’t sure what you saw, so you cleaned your eyes to reaffirm the digits Yes, it wasn’t singular...

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DVD

April 26 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

You always wondered why it was called “bluefilm” When the scenes were normal compared to the regular, Lastweek, you joined the other class boys to watch what would later be your visual communion it was your first time the first of many more Today you’re...

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Sundays Are For Biscuit Bones

April 25 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry, #ForNostalgia

Photocredit- Adrian McDonald Sundays are for biscuit bones, rice and stew So the African experience taught you But today, mother failed to do the usual As you both return home from fellowship Your feet collides against stones and you wish it were your...

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Default

April 23 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

On a day as this, You’ll feel your muscle pull It will pull right in front of mother’s eyes She will be in the living room As you try to pick up the decoder remote The same remote she called you from the room to get for her, who was just four steps away...

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For Nostalgia

April 22 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #ForNostalgia

The day mother calls thy full name, She would staple a smile on each letter, Stress each syllable faithfully She would walk up through the corridor as you stand at the front yard In your pale Nigerian Jersey You didn’t wash your legs properly Your ankle...

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Vernacular

April 21 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

When you see this, Vividly you remember that day, The day mother weaved a bunch of advice into your scalp She drove them in, tight Leaving no room for loose ends She speaks in vernacular Believing that with that, you’ll understand faster And you’ll take...

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Trauma

April 1 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

“Say this to no one” Were the words Father said to me Seconds after drinking from my bowl of innocence He was first to ever have drank of it As I, Laid in a corner Dyed in crimson With tears as autopsy Watch life take a turn I never steered Tell me how...