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Time
21 years of lonliness
how could you forget me ?
when I thought you were just so beautiful
my eyes are roving all over you
cute you with your fading smile
and voice..
Used to wish on a star
then you came along
I coulda stumbled and fall on my face
You were just something beautiful
I'd been sleeping too long faced down
writhing in ebbs of tears
didn't know you could be so cold,
kind but dangerous
To think you'd forget me
you seemed almost Godsent perfect
so much that you glitter
To hope on illusions
To hope on expectations
21 years and still dreaming
my head's on the floor
I'm pinching myself...
how could you forget me so soon
While I was still dreaming...
Copyright © 2004 Morayo Samuels
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The flame of my being
If all the world should stop turning
And the sons of men turn red with mourning
The flame of my being would keep me till morning…
Though rivers rage and rocks grow cold
And to the Devil all souls are sold
The flame of my being would make me bold…
When beds of roses are soon forgotten
And truth and reason become rotten
The flame of my being will make me fear nothing…
Though men now sow hateful seed
And for their souls will God always bleed
The flame of my being will forever be my creed…
But could youth last and love still breed
Had joys no date and age no need
The flame of my being my love will continue to feed.
Copyright © 2003 Arinze C. E. Emenike
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Omotayo Omodele Akinfolami
Embers of a dying flame,
Is mankind and his fragile frame.
A warlord without his armoury,
He is as a man in slavery.
He rises to the call with arms:
As a suckling playing with a toy,
He ends up loosing his joy.
Beleaguered, battered, he becomes
Bewildered I be on a baseless course.
Behold the generation has come at last,
The last one to extinct the race.
Blurred future of devastation wrought
On many creation lie.
Man of a psyche ballooned,
Of a mind bludgeoned,
Of a still-born mind enraged.
What I say has come of these
But a faceless cremation?
Embers of a dying flame,
Sprinkled ashes on the Land.
Copyright © 2004 Omotayo Omodele Akinfolami
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Echoes of the past
Time fades away
but shadows
reignite a rebirth of self pride...
Immortality of indigenous memories
of wonderful times
with dignity
and sanctity
of African spirit
Our birth...
Proudly African,
Our heritage...
Proudly African,
Our gods...
Proudly African,
Immortalise forever...
Echoes of the past....
Copyright © 2004 Opeyemi Ogundele
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Time
Time, time, time
Time of old,
Time today and,
Time to come!
Time, time, time
Time without home,
A friend to no one,
Strict at all times!
Time, time, time
Time without destination,
Running without turning back,
But dictates for all!
Time, time, time
In season and out of season,
Not increasing and not decreasing,
Watching through and gaurding always!
Time, time, time
Never sleeping, never resting,
Standing by, day by day
Time, time, time
We look unto him our eyes full of pride
We weep, we laugh - with him - in him
Our checkered lives waiting - like sacrificial lambs
until he washes us away with his tidal waves
and dumps us in dreaded doom
Copyright © 2004 Princess Hephzibah Kenieka Asibong
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Madly In Love
Minutes ago I told friends I love someone.
That someone is of my own sex.
They could not understand or believe me
He might just be half-mad, they said
But for sure I am not mad and I know it.
And putting their heads together,
They rushed me to the hospital
The doctor went mad at his discovery
That I am sound and healthy
Because notwithstanding my friends' faces
His trusted machines says I am well.
"His case must be spiritual", said someone
"Spiritual madness" said another
I agree with both of them, but why and how?
Then I heard a far away song
"I love Him I cannot say why,
On Calvary tree, he suffered for me,
I love Him I cannot say why"
. . ... Jesus, I love you inside of me `madly'.
Copyright © 2003 Joseph Odinikpo Ezeudu
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Love holds no Boundaries!!!
Truth! One boy, One girl.
Unknown to them with a shared family history.
Same father, different mothers.
Met on the streets, interacted, exchanged numbers.
Fell in love within a month, did the deed within three.
Can you tell what just happened?
An abomination - unheard of in society!
Incense is a taboo - unspoken of!
A major outrage – unspeakable!
"However we are in love", they say.
Who said that love supersedes all, they lied.
Who said that love was meant to be free, they lied.
But you cannot control your heart nor can you now?
Truth! Love is a key!
You can either use it to open your heart to the world,
Or to shut and suppress it.
You can also use it protect yourself from life problems.
It's your choice afterall.
So let the truth be known. Love sure doesn't hold any Boundaries!
Copyright © 2001 Yvonne N Ofonagoro
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The Black Woman!!!
She is an arresting combination of beauty, strength and an inimitable style.
She is earth mother and goddess, siren and the ever-surreal Nubian Queen.
She is the BLACK WOMAN.
Men appreciate her and call her the breadth of the power of God, God's gift to the world.
They say they have been blessed to have good BLACK WOMEN in their corners all their lives,
Helping to guide both their personal and professional lives.
As much as she deserves their love, she has also earned their respect.
She is the BLACK WOMAN.
The BLACK WOMAN has a tradition of resilience, spirituality and optimism that is the essence of her being.
She has had to carry some heavy weights and has done it heroically and is doing it every day.
She is the BLACK WOMAN.
Men marvel at the variety of her beauty and overwhelming tenacity and depth.
They love and respect her for the strength and endurance, confidence and care and support and love that she exhibits unconditionally.
They comment on the wholesome love they have continuously encountered all their lives from the BLACK WOMAN.
She is the BLACK WOMAN.
BLACK WOMAN: I salute you 'cause you are truly the strength of all kinds... and I am so blessed to be one of you!!!
Dedicated to all my BLACK SISTERS out there. Keep up the spirit: You are truly Unique!!
Copyright © 1994 Yvonne N Ofonagoro
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Life
A paradox and a mystery,
Funny and crazy,
Sweet and bitter,
You laugh and cry,smile and frown,
Only when it pleases life.
No tangible reason,
No clear defination,
The dictionary is a confutionist,
Let me just say life is life,
It is difficult,beautiful,pretty or,
Whatever,
Only when you make it so.
Copyright © 2004 Oluwatosin Ezekiel
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