I write this letter to everyone who adores the name Nah- Tasher, I don’t know where you took it from, but I know the first person to own that name was probably a descendant of the other kingdom,Or probably something close to that, why are you so ungrateful even when they call you after their…
Category: African Poetry
African poetry encompasses the wide variety of traditions arising from Africa’s 55 countries and from evolving trends within different literary genres. It is a large and complex subject, partly because of Africa’s original linguistic diversity but primarily because of the devastating effect of slavery and colonization, which resulted in English, Portuguese and French, as well as Creole or pidgin versions of these European languages, being spoken and written by Africans across the continent.
Forget The Days I Made You Sad 😒
I know deep down your heart you feel I wronged you, maybe I never came back to say the soft words in good time,Maybe I was held up somewhere, probably between two cold surfaces, eating my thoughts, for countless months,Maybe you never forgave me that time i refused to “sit-on-board? that time when I was…
When You Get Old, My Son…
I was younger and now I’m old, just like wine i get finer with age,Life has taught me things I would never forget, some lessons are bitter to swallow others are friendly as a pillow,Listen to these words my son, the world is a very evil place to set your feet on, it’s a territory…
Family, The Sour Concoction.
I’ve heard someone say that you can only be hurt by people you love, not strangers, I can’t agree more,
So when age comes knocking, when all men in that house get married, the riddle of love and hate begins,
The firm wall between siblings starts to crack, the innocent souls turn chaotic,
This is the beginning of a new era, a generation of black people from different mothers,
Just Before You Blink For The First Time, Son…
Before you blink for the first time on this planet my son, just presume that you’re alone, humans beings are snakes, vampires, scavengers, crocodiles..,Before you step on this ground for the first time, expect nothing from anyone, you ought to choose to be a happy man,Before you crawl for the first time on earth, just…
“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” — Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic,…
The Uninvited Guest
There’s a man whose music spread all over the world like bush fire,
Up to this moment, he still holds the title of “king of Pop music” his name is Michael Jackson,
Personally I adolised Michael, I still got his pictures on my wall, he was a great man!
When he sung “you’re not alone”, I believed him, I never thought he would sleep and not wake up someday!
When Legends Fall, We All Get Old
The world is like a busy highway, all of us are passersby, whether you’re riding on a Bentley or walking on foot,
Even if you’re on full tank, you will eventually pull over at a gas station to feed your bowls,
By the time you resume, you will definitely get run over by younger riders,
The night shall come knocking and everyone shall be forced to exit the highway to take a nap,
Under The Foot of A Woman.
Open your eyes, can’t you see the young men are being buried alive? most of them are fighting to survive,
After completing their studies in the university and failing to secure a white collar job, they end up doing odd jobs,
While men are dominating the informal sector, pushing wheelbarrows to earn a living, the other gender is parading a fleet of cars,
This might look like any other joke by Mr. Bean, but trust me the male gender is in deep trouble!
Little Strings of Poetry 