I Bleed Not because of the shards that still my heart pierce Nor because of the dreams I once thought were in reach For the picture of my nation is painted with the blood gotten from my arteries the colour of my veins For the graduate whose mother sold pepper so that she could get […]

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Waking up to reality to see the nightmare we have become The echoes of our cries extends to infinity and beyond But it seems no one is listening and everyone is acting dumb Till we drain the last of our greenish blood Our fathers were victims They were our supposed heroes who fought for the […]

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I have been painting it in colours that were not green, coating it with words that were not mine, shades that managed to hide the tears in my eyes. I’m sorry, but I promise, tonight is different. Tonight, I will cut myself open and let the blood flow freely through my pen. Come, ply pensively […]

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Are the lives of Musa and Aisha Better than those of Terfa and Kuma. Are they more important than Emeka and Ngozi; Or they superior to Kunle and Kemi. Convince me if you can That their nomadic businesses Are better than those Whose theirs are to grow Food and other crops; Cause many times at […]

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