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Uber-Heart
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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With You
With you the sun holds no heat, the stars hold no light, the night holds no mystery and the rain holds no sound. With you the ocean holds no depth, the earth holds no weight, the story holds no ending, and the smile holds no menopause. With you the journey...
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Image Quality
photocredit- everythingnaart My country is obsessed with image Institutions, government, church, family. “Looking good is good business” they say Over here, we equate responsibility with image quality. We were told that we attract what we look like Instead...
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Choose One
You’ve always said to lost souls ‘Rest on, for one day we shall meet to part no more’ You’ve never known where they were going You weren’t sure where they were going But you knew it was one of those two places Would it be a place you’d love? Or a place...
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White Blood Cells
My mother looks at me with a half-baked smile photocredit- afropunk She tells me the oyibo has replaced my tongue with theirs so much everything I say now has a touch of innit in it. She fears that I One day will call her by her maiden name. One time...
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Dangerous Comfort
Comfort is disastrous There’s a certain danger that comes with it It brings the finish line to your doorstep And tells you it’s ok to be fragile It tells you it’s ok to be average Comfort closes the eyes from opportunities It lets you sleep when the tides...
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Learning
photocredit- sinistar22x2 I am learning all over again, the sound of my name. How to condition my tongue when saying good morning in my mother’s dialect. I am learning again, the taste of okra and ogbono, how to rumble with the never ending elasticity...
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Eclipse of the Heart
Loving you told me that bleeding isn’t only red in color It can be white, Salty, eloping from the eyes Loving you made me human again Able to feel, shed a tear And swallow pride no matter the lump Loving you made living easy Breathing used to be hard...
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The Mannequin Challenge
Most of us are mannequins The breathing types Static; walking coffins Mobile but frozen But most of us don’t fit clothes Which would be better We fit dead dreams Snoring ideas, buried aspirations Maybe these mannequins are better Because they’re choiceless...
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Dolly
Nkechi asked me how she looked And I said”you look just like Barbie” For a second I thought I’d thrown the best shade ever The type Nigerians throw on Twitter Only for her blushes to tell me “You just handed her the best compliment ever” And in a silent...
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Ellipsis
Loving you is like ellipsis And the space between your hands is where mine fits in I’m yet to see eyes beautiful as yours So bright they could make the day go blind You see shades Shades are sunglasses But your beauty permeates through walls of doubt...
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Bulletproofs
After several heartbreaks, “I love you” became more of a death sentence A gunshot So she began to wear bullet proof vests on date nights For her every guy was a potential assassin And these three words were bullets their tongues always fired They would...
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Sunny
The night had just done it’s round The moon had left for sleep As the sun; Old yet vibrant, Peeps in through the wooden window like a new lover, impatient to waiting Slowly it walks, from the window to the mirror For you it’s nothing but a mere firmament...
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Deathrow
Today I killed a girl Firing shots at her knees like a century old soldier My bullet was a circumference of death And she, was its morning prey Today I killed a man I hid his body 6ft beneath the grounds of anger I sniffed him out of earth without his...
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Wisdom
Wisdom is tired of reincarnation Tired of transfer from one body case to another Wisdom is tired of been racist So it’s taking the easy way out Wisdom too wants to live longer So these days it prefers young bodies than the old ones Wisdom too is scared...
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Turntables
What if we all became turn tables? What if we all aged in reverse? From old to young, from wrinkles to blanket soft But one thing is sure, at whatever end, Demise is basic We were all made to live and die The aftermath depends on two things, God and your...
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Sweaty Saliva
You’re scared to spell out the words as is Scared she might hear a different thing Or worse get upset at the sound of it You fear you might jeopardize everything You fear you’ve fallen and she hasn’t Maybe not yet, maybe never And what’s worse than falling...
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Self-Destruct
In all you do, Never press the SELF-DESTRUCT button For suicide is not the conscious killing of one’s self But the intention to… The action is worth less compared to the intention And you my friend You are worth more than lynching ropes, daggers and etceteras...
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African Child
(Ekpeyong Patricia) I’m an African child Black to the bone Well taught at home Wise, with the idioms of my elders Tell me how can I fail or fall by the way side I’m an African child Of a warrior, my Father And of a strong woman, my Mother How can I fail?...
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Till Death Do Us Part
Nkechi still lives up to her vow For her death isn’t just a body laid in state It means demise with no trace Days and days she would stare at their portrait on the wall Hoping they could lock hands again just like two days ago She would still feel his...
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This Is Africa
It starts in the morning, and dances through the night, spilling like an overflowing keg of palm wine. See as the dust rises to the heavens, drizzling back to earth like gentle rain falling from chandelier sky, the color of blue, the sound of peace and...
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Fading Light
photocredit- AlexPeter Idoko Stay glued to the light, Your light, Holdfast to your shine like God does to HIS name. In this city of fading light, and dying dreams Yours will be the pillar by night, and the cloud by day Stay plugged in, stay lit. Let the...
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For Fela
Olufela Olusegun Oludotun Ransome-Kuti; That was the name your parents Stapled on your forehead like clips holding fast to a napkin on the wire, Your visual identity It’s sad your breath left before ours came Leaving our ears to tales of you and your...
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ART INSIGHT
Well, I won't say my art has been either one particularly as I believe that the way an artwork is interpreted is relative to individuals. But I'd like to think that my art has been constructive because I believe every writer has a voice that directly...
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ART INSIGHT
“ my Art helps shape my worldview ” I am Mirabelle Morah, a writer. My Art as a writer has provided me with the luxury of so many things, but one I’ll always be grateful for is the fact that it helps me live in multiple worlds all at the same time. Because...
