STRANGERS

-


Let us go back to our home town

We are strangers on this island

And its dwellers aren't hiding their frown

Hope they don't sniff our lives out before we see Land


We are strangers on this island

We must take caution for ourselves

So they don't sniff our lives out before we see land

Hence, we may need to hide between the shelves


We must take caution for ourselves

Remain alert while on the run

Hence, we may need to hide between the shelves

Let us go back to our home town


Sapphire

30-07-2020

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-WHO IS THIS AFRICAN WOMAN-

-
Image
-WHO IS THIS AFRICAN WOMAN- Who is  this  African  Woman? Don’t  muzzle the  ox,  which  thread  on  the field. The African  hope  deserves  hope. Blood  and  pain  for  the girl  of dark  skin.  Worthy  damsel  of blackness. Test  her worthiness  by  infibulating; Break  her softness  with  the cow  horn. Force  her maturity  in  streaming  tears  and  racking  pain. This  is  the African  woman. Who is  this  African  Woman? Mother of a continent,  yet  without  formal  content. Strip  her dignity  by  the brutal  thrusts  of masculine savagery. Helpless  and  hopeless,  confine  her  to  soothe. Eyes  breaming  with  smoke,  interlaced  with  tears  that  don’t  flow, She blows  the coal  of  supper,  yet  this  night  she must  feed  her  body. This  is  the African  Woman. Who is  this  African  Woman? Education  is  not  her price,  maternity  is. Bouncing  with  hope,  she  toils  the field  without  hope. I am  a  woman,  I deserve  life  to  l
Read more

OH!! NIGERIA: An INVOCATION to THE GOD of OUR FATHERS

-
  OH!! NIGERIA: An INVOCATION to THE GOD of OUR FATHERS_ Chukwu Okike Abiama- the greatest deity of all time Your unquestionable existence we extol Our fathers, your faithful worshippers Must lie uneasy in their graves What dost thou behold  Through the atmospheric strata A people in darkness thicker than the bulrushes of _Igodo_ lake  Ocean mix of blood and tears Hail and wails of the destitute For greedy sons of Belial  Serving their bellies and not us Constrain our destiny This is the cause of your wrath Oh! hearken to our pleas born by the wind  Tribal bigotry plagues us  Like a rotten ulcer on the dorsum of a diabetic's foot  Our stench exposes us to carnivores Please, come to our rescue The die is now cast Strengthen us to reclaim our wastelands To rediscover the unity in WaZoBia May our unborn offspring not remember us for shame *Ise!!!!! Sapphire 13-12-2022
Read more

NOTHING TO WRITE

-
There is nothing to write; This mind is tired of any fight; It whispers rest it is night; But there is this feeling that something is not right. There is nothing to write; Yet the will is being stired for a fight; It counsels strike just at night; When it feels that things are just right. There is nothing  to write; Yet the pen swings left and then right; I use my thoughts to light up the night; Hopefully my draft brings end to all fight. There is really nothing to write; I hope the strokes are really all right; Sleep encourages me to lay still coz it's night; Tomorrow we would pick up a new fight. Good Night Hagia Sophia wrote
Read more