Ofem Ubi

The Memory Keeper

March 16 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

In the days, When your body looks like a fashion statement Adorned in the craft of hands that make beauty from rubbles You’ll see the world in monochrome A blend of art and science At that time, The only thing you see is magic You, you have become one...

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Your Back

March 15 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Starring at your back, I don’t know when I sketched my mother’s face on them How her’s like yours speaks in same tongue, Telling me, That love is a meal best served black Best enjoyed with tales of home and the longing for it Your back is a map, Clear...

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No Air

March 14 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

For days will come, When you’ll run out of breath You’ll watch yourself gasp for air, As breath is just a finger away You’ll feel your lungs suffocate in thin air The very it’s aching for In these days, You’ll understand something, That sometimes breath...

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Suicide

March 13 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Death never notifies of it’s coming There’s no prior info as to it’s visiting No time to prep up our homes before leaving Never to return, Never to see the faces we once and always loved But how be it so, That sometimes we make the call We become the...

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Redial

March 11 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Do not imprison your freedom, Own yourself Stop walking around with a bald hope, For you too can draw water from stone Just squeeze hard, harder and harder, A drop of it is all you need to see the next day Do not go to bed with a stunted smile, Put laughter...

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Uber-Heart

March 8 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Uber my heart back, When you’re done trampling with it I’ll pick up the pieces and stitch them as always It’s clearly you’re not the guardian of it Uber my heart back For the holes you punctured are way too deep I pray the waters wash the pain away I’m...

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Shorthand Laughter

March 7 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

My mother laughs in shorthand, She broadens her cheeks; Big enough to accommodate her worries and mine, She’s always a mouthful of rhetorical questions With a laugher so beautiful, So much it freezes time whenever she tries to It looks like for once the...