poetry - Ofem Ubi

Candles

May 18 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry, #Edu-tension

Photocredit - Ufana Ishoyor We are society’s contraband, tomorrow’s leaders they say, But how can we lead when we’ve been disciple’s life long? When all we do is follow And never question the leader? When our bulbs are fire extinguished and we’re given...

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Find X

May 17 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry, #Edu-tension

Welcome, To the tension room In here, You take what you’re given without questioning the giver Wrong or right Believe me; it will help you live longer Swallow what you know For too much knowledge in here is not good, for your own good, so keep your wisdom...

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Wait-in-line

May 16 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry, #Edu-tension

School; School is the green word for mortuary, See as they sit in coffins disguised as classrooms look deep, how many mortuaries can you see? with corpses just too many breathing corpses, watch, as the teacher, reads out their eulogies in form of a lecture...

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Edu-tension

May 15 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #Edu-tension, #poetry

photocredit - Adrian McDonald In this wall of a free prison You’re not told how to think but what to Come, take a tour round Allow me be your guide see the decay with me watch as we go extinct before time as we do the opposite of progress Stare at the...

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Sign Of The Times

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

photocredit- Ubuntutalks Father told me all the signs of end time But never did he say you’d be one of them You are one of them, I wonder if he forgot, I wonder if he wanted me to find out with time The pale smile you often had on, The baldness in your...

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Scum

May 10 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit - Unabashedafrica Not all men are scumNot all of us are Auto-body scannersNo, not all of us are heart-stoned Not all of us are dishonestNot all of us are ab-packedNot all of us are porn starsMonsters or barbariansNot all of us live on a codeine...

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Kiwi

May 9 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Kiwi; Kiwi is the word they would call you When you’re too black, Too black to be black So black they would call you dark Maybe you were baked from charcoal Or are your sins so dark they stain you? They would say, “the only thing bright about you are...

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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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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...