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Vernacular
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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Default
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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Trauma
“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...
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Children's Department
photocredit- Adrian McDonald Do you remember the “Children’s Department”? Yes, the days of John 3:16 Where you would fresh up in your new socks The one with a ribbon knotted to the side In those days you would kill to wear a suit or dress You had your...
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Children's Department
photocredit- Adrian McDonald Do you remember the “Children’s Department”? Yes, the days of John 3:16 Where you would fresh up in your new socks The one with a ribbon knotted to the side In those days you would kill to wear a suit or dress You had your...
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Understand these things
photocredit- pinterest Until you understand that your body’s not firewood, a heating device made to keep men warm off the clogs of harmattan. Until you understand your body’s no whiskey, a fleshy bottle to cock ourselves into, a sea to cast our cares...
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Home
photocredit- pinterest Some days are dark, baked in charcoal and tea spoonfuls of sadness. Do not blow-dry your face into forceful bloom but take the time off. Do not give the world a counterfeit smile, settle in with yourself. Filter the voices that...
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Lamnetations
photocredit- ubuntu talks My mother now looks at her grand children, descendants of an adopted culture. She laments at the foreign names they bear, and how much they yet sound like periwinkle too twisted even for her own tongue to grow familiar with....
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In Loving Memory Of Death...
Imagecredit- Adrian McDonald Today we bury death, we watch it spew back the lives it swallowed as we all search the puke to find pieces of loved ones we all rested in peace too early. Today we bury death survived by tear and trauma. We heap our blames...
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Roadside
photocredit- aakaashbphoto He said you have a soft smile like wool, able to bend and quench anger. He said the sun would melt at the sight of you, because you were too hot to be gazed upon. He said you’re a breathing star, the first of your kind. He said...
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Virgin Boys
photocredit- pinterest Virgin boys still breathe, they sit in back of cars and buses with ignorance so edible, looking like preys ready to be feast upon by predators. Faces so fluorescent, tiny beams of anxiety flowing down like anointing. Virgin boys...
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Ask A Black Man
photocredit- pinterest Ask a black man the color of the sun and he’ll tell you it’s golden. He’ll tell you that the stars have a light switch and his melanin eyes regulate their intensity. He’ll tell you that the sky is a symphony of colors, synonymous...
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Keep Them Safe
photocredit- pinterest For black boys who became premature men with backs that became trunks to carry responsibilities until they slouched. For mothers who have forgotten how to walk because of bended knees so much walking seems like a myth. For prayer...
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For Nostalgia
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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To Those Who Slay
Do not tell me of how beautiful you are Do not sing psalms of how the nape of your neck creates goosebumps on the fingernails of young boys And how much men crawl at the temple of your feet Just to taste the crump of your sweetness Do net tell me of how...
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MORE CHURCHES less Christians…
More stadiums disguised as auditoriums More stage plays clothed in message deliveries More shrines as pulpits More appeasements as tithes and offerings More PDFs called sermon More dialects called tongues More manifestoes as promises More robbery called...
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LOVE FLIGHT
I’ll take my love with me The one you took for granted Malnourished and tossed like soccer I’ll take the pieces and start over But this time not with you I’ll find a way in the blues Carefully get rid of the spikes you planted And wrap bandages to curb...
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My Father's Son
I am my Father’s son But I am not my father I am the harvest of seed sown in the womb land of my mother But I am not the planter My Father was a commandment A set of rules and principles You’ll think he reincarnated from the Old Testament And I am of...
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The Fountain Of Youth
When we were young Soft in age and tender in thoughts We lived our lives in the shadows of our desires Our eardrums were insidious And lessons tapped on them sunk deep We had no childhood We just grew up too fast Our lives were movie scenes already scripted...
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SAMDIARY
You owe me no blame And I hold no claims to being deceived by you And bereaved as I am With the lock weight lifted off my neck like Calvary’s cross I actually grew stupor in my strength My flex of muscles blinded my eyes from seeing the rattling venom...
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THE TRIPOD
WHEN GIRLS PONDER Does he find me pretty? Am I sexy enough to grace the cover page of his DP? Does he ever fantasize about me? And did he ever wish I was skinny or plumpy No seriously Am I the only girl he double-taps for Or am I number 4 in the list...
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Cig-smoke
photocredit - pinterest I n the end you don’t smoke the cigarette, the cigarette smokes you. You watch life evaporate into the wind as your mouth becomes firewood, dispelling smoke and hope in form of ash. Why does death have so many faces? Some warm...
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HEART STEWARDS
She’s just too beautiful Her eyes are two bright stars on a scary midnight And the retinas in them are waves giving signals to the antennas of every other Adam she sets eyes on She has dimples Deep enough to hide her frowns when she stretches her jawbones...
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FEOTUS TERMINUS
Mother do not deny me my fundamental human rights to life For I deserve same as yours Do not deprive me the essence of life’s privileges And use not my cradle blood as paint over this hospital walls For my demise will not dilute the pain you feel now...
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ART INSIGHT
JOJO INIKA. “ the world is never black and white, it's a damn sea of colors ” I am Josephine Inika, a writer. Embracing being a creative and delving into the art of writing as a deliberate thing has been a source of both injury and healing. Injury in...
