ABANDON OF HAVES...
Among the foreign trend
soul Africa ride
Afflictions we sowed mind
A freedom chase
A long trip
Imported roads we lie tied
Fighting night cold the country side
High healed home have stolen our soul & skills
Beautified earthen taps;
The street we hawk milk
An amazing satellite future trek on bare foot
Journey of long mile we prefer using foot
Place with difference;
Where do we hail from?
Why base in foreign exchange?
To buy gold
A foreign life
Strangers we usually know;
Merely by our mother's tongue
Humans avoid life for a marathon
Ups and down movement;
An open minded
Seeing all eyes;
Chase of a white collars job
Tit-tat we toe town
Quick in quiz queue
Like earthen sand
As we abandon our haves
To have more
Struggle of life isn't a strong bone?
Hard to crack
With two or numerous troubles
Added to existing ones
Like; kids,kits and kin
Where we know no safety
There we bury head
Our honourable names;
The back door embassy
Before the journey flight
No black friend in the life
Of a black man
All in hid identity
Claiming the white man's life
The road side
My home African brothers
And the abandoned bridges
Mississippi river flows there in
There the beggars ride
And there also vehicle of life heaped us
Where could one spend life?
Or sit as if standing
Waiting for a waned hope
Can we survive only by people's aid?
Staying abroad like one living with AIDS!
Security heavily lock the city
Starting from the middle East,
South America, Asia down to California
Benefits of life we know not
Begging for alm isn't a beggars choice?
Who knows the givers mind?
Our war abroad isn't heavier?
Nothing we even saw at home
Natural disasters enveloped us;
Flood,earthquake, hurricane, war,
diseases, drought, stand our way
Hopelessness and stagnation;
Two agents of disabilities
Behold! human turn down our refuge
To a life threatening lodge
Living a hide and seek life
To sneak danger
Blacks and the white police
We suffer life sentence, execution
A weapon after us!
Renewal of paper, passbook
A traveller's card
Our home chores
Flies we use breakfast
A terror of the night
In a world of no human feelings
Negros are treated like mere dungs
Blacks like us;
Used, to clean dirt...
Could this be the white man's life
Many questions I 've always asked;
Is there no life in Africa?
How do people survive doing farming in America?
Is there any other means to survive order than the air we breath?
And the degree holders;
A waste in overseas
Since you can't cry out loud
Among the blacks, whose a lucky one?
Whose fate still breathe life
Instead burnt ashes
Our life have lavished abroad!
It is in foreign man's hand
We are used for refuse;
Ritualist for Rituals
Adulterers for Adulteries
Traffickers for Trafficking
Our head usually a loyalty
For something we know not
Who smear joy?
And who among men live a happy mind?
Street deep in thought;
We work wealth
And luckily living
Our rights roams in dungeon Street
Is here truly our existence?
Why still live like outcasts?
Oh Negro life speechless!
Water we buy
Food we 're deprived
Currency on hide
Our job; a give and take
Power for Honourables
Trials have not
All these our refusal for Home calling
Till the year keep turning
Our soul a true brotherhood of
A destructive slogan
Among black beings
We 've all claim we' re one race
Don't you know the sound of" "IGBO'S-GONG''
Brotherhood in John Kennedys inn
Wine and dine in Saintiego' s club
Love and care far from Los Angeles lodge
Many of the rich house in our clan
Treated like street pushers abroad
And terribly butchered around town
By the world rulers,including adults and infants
Abandon of Haves
To have more
My father's demise brought
me gold coast
My blood finally give up
on harlot road
The aches of Childhood has
left a stretch mark on the back
of my old age
Strength of our country men is sold
We fake love in disguise
Can one sip poison and seek twice?
Over pampering once spoilt my old life
Our problem a trace
from women's tribe
Many of them on mobile
An odd mind
They have no job,a gold mine
Why do men choose to dine on red wine?
All we have;
With life we are bound to pay the big price
Many of this wrath waits to unknown end
With full trust they vow to be crucified on my own laps
Begging i procreate for their husband
Men without manhood!
Its a pity when men feed on women's struggle
Do we really have a home to build?
Why live my fellow man's life?
My past mistake
i 've given a new birth!
The masculine world in tragedy
Women mistake me as their fellow woman
My foreign friends say am a mere feminist
It has down on me this time!
How do I cover my outpouring pain?
Can we hide the raw truth?
What will I tell my unborn child?
Why do men live a feminist life?
Where husbands are compelled to
do the wish of their own wives
Men were seen to be too weak
No place to call a home
No single decision of my own
Those accommodated by women
are not real men
I face a challenge of a teddy bear
A woman paid a price on my own head
And still call me by full name "HUSBAND"
My people were without Shame when they gave my hand in marriage
Who impose a curse on our traditions?
Indeed our men are not made for actions
How can we fold arms we the male folks
And allow the female counterparts ruin the affairs of our own home?
But they called it "LOVE"
When I talk,they laugh it off
Many said is the common tie
Cos a female gained us mere freedom
For this reason we should all drown on their own laps
They even said I have no moral right
To lay my hand on my woman
When she does wrong
If I don't correct her by words...
Won't I correct her with my bare hands?
How will she change?
They called it ''''ABOMINATION""
Many called me names....
Protesting as if they have gone mad
That right of women must be protected
They foretold I would face a penalty
For breaking the country's rules
How do men survive life in a feminist world?
They said our role is to stay at home
And watch the female counterparts do the whole farming
Even babies most time get fade up
Will I continue like this till I get old?
Won't I go stealing busy doing nothing?
Shouldn't I work for the future of the unborn child?
How do we survive with one life?
Our government is runned by a woman
A half man;
People with immortal mind
And we call that life
While the so called men sit back at home
Busy doing nothing
With folded arms watching the world a whole lot
We need a change in our government!
Who among you has a cure to our ailment?
If only we can give a listening ear to our nightmares
And take up a fight for our common right
Who will disarm our government?
It seems am the only one concerned...
A woman in charge of our airflow
A marriage my fellow men called life
Still they share their women
With uncommon men
Men without manhood
They keep saying is normal
When I say Its ""AdULTERY""
And something against the law
They would clamor to stone me to death
Or threaten to send me packing
Imagine a woman playing the role of a giant
How will I know my unborn child
When my wife put to bed?
Won't my heir be claimed by a fellow man?
Because of our subjection to feminist world
Go spit your fire on our elders
Go tell the men on sleep to act fast
Go tell the people on the street to make haste
Go tell the men on suit the main fact
Tell them there's no time
Remind them we must live fine
Sing to our fathers in casket our usual song
Tell them in time of trial
We must stay wake
This is the hour
We must not waste
The firewood they fetched in dry season
Has risen to consume us
The subjection they put us through
Have caused Heaven a handshake
Tell them today they must all wake
To see with their blind eyes where the world has led us
Explain to them they 're all fakes
For using their hand to change our own fate
And misplaced it as the will of the gods
Even the gods are on curse
They know nothing
They all share from our long sufferings
No one is allowed to appease them
Because it's only the women that do the talking
If they say we should talk we talk
Else we will all remain to die in silence
IGEDE THE SPIRIT DANCE
Dance not my child!
The heartbeat of Igede drum
For It is far from your perceived joy
Dance not to the elevation of its sound
Its resounding voice only breeds menace
Why not Wait until the drumming fade?
So you could see the danger of its taste
With the hand slapping of the drum
A grievous signal is drawn
Tubam! Tubam! Tubam!
A ceremonial call of massacre
Hailing the victims of stillbirth
Dance not my child!
Igede the spirit dance
With its resounding voice
of a temporal victory
coupled with allies of harmony
pampering the tragedy of future woes
When trial is called does it not hunts the victim and neighborhood?
Dance not my child!
Igede the warfare song
A drum soaked with
blood of our kin
Better hold your life stiff
And in wisdom be keen
For Igede parades with vengeance
visiting the deeds of the fathers
To the children even the ones yet unborn
Caution my child!
Be patient so you don't bow
to the vocal tone
Nor draw disaster near our post
Let your ear first do the dancing
And if possible let your leg flee
In pursuit of a long life
For here lies the end of
And as many ve been burnt
Dance not my child!
The dance of the spirit force
Dance not to the whims and caprice
of the political overlords
Dance not to Igede the spirit dance
It is your future you ve been made to exchange
Eating your tomorrow today
Forgotten the plight in each gain.
PROS & CONS
I use to live like a pagan
Though not that I don't know who God is,
I only wanted my peace
Instead of casting and binding my own neighbors any time am on my knees.
Or busy rendering my offerings to enrich the rich.
I wanted to live like a philosopher,
Not that I don't know God exist,
I only want to do things my way,
Just for the sake of joy and bliss.
I don't mind if I fail or succeed.
There are time I choose to live like the scientist,in order to have more Knowledge of God,
And prove the world wrong on the things they claim came to exist without origin or a trace.
I would like to live like the great
To create just like God,
And be famous with my work.
Most times I feel happy living
Like a Muslim who is afraid to
offend his God,
Simply because he lives by the law.
I use to live like an idle man or the street beggar who feel there's no need to work,
only rely on the alms of strangers and friends,
In as much he can eat and survive.
There are some days i allow
my pride to govern so people
can know my worth
I don't die in silent
I only vomit my thought
The other time when I decide
not to be cool,
I only wanted to be hot.
I use to live like the rich,
Who got his eyes on his wealth and care less about lending some of his time to God,
Until tragedy befalls on him,
then he can run back to the Church
so his problem could be solved.
There are period i live like a hypocrite whose Presence is
felt in the Church,
He's endowed with speaking in tongues,
He even recite and preach God's word,
he is faultless in his eyes any way,
After all says and done,
then he still go the way of
Sometimes I think and live like the poor,
who doesn't bother acquiring much wealth,
Could it be his thinking is low,
He's always afraid of risk,
hence he has a little food that can keep his strength.
Often times I live like the parliaments,
who would implement the law,
and decide not to live by it
Because to them obeying the law isn't by force.
I am just like the philanthropist,
who doesn't receive back what
Many who ask him receive
He extend his help to the less privilege in the street.
I use to live as if am insane
Even when going my way
I talk only to myself
I hiss and punch the air
busy blaming my past.
Several times I 've lived just
like the common man
who wants a simple life
but restricted by the law of his land.
I wish to be like the Christians
Who were told to exchange
right for wrong
And the good for evil
And give love for hate
Only with their faith
they can convince their God.
I wish life is fair
My problems I wouldn't
like to share,
Though life doesn't end up here,
I know not everybody is aware.