Sharpen your mind with the books that you read And Pierce these words of mine that you heed Do this deed and see what I bleed I bleed green I bleed green The blood of the innocent Martyrs that are not saints Spilled everyday on the battlefield of survival And we can’t cry over spilled […]

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You would think you are strong Until when you get home For home holds those smiles that are dry of fecundity, For home reminds you of things that fallout of places And gladness rottened by worms of good things that never happened. Reminding you of mother’s joy Darkened by damp dust Of smoked smiles that […]

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They say this red earth is our skin, the shona said that the color comes from all the blood that has been spilled fighting over the land. Tbis is home,best of all abode, the greatland of our heroes is now a place that what you hear in the morning news is bloodspillings, people dying from […]

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I was that bastard whose vagabond verbs breathed life into their adverbs;

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Once upon a time in October, my grandfather toned up his muscles, folded his knuckles Into a fiery fist… Swung it with all enthusiasm until he was a turbine of four wheels Swinging at a revolution time was too slow to count Then dashed him the 60th blow in the 19th round And like the […]

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The rain drills holes in my marrow Filling it with the tears the clouds couldn’t stomach The sun shines during the day And give way to the darkness at night Yet our hearts know no season It is always dark with sorrow in here I am injured And I Bleed green I am the boy […]

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See! This is not the right time to write a good about Nigeria but one can’t just keep mute and watch these thieves loot what is left of the wealth in our area. It’s pathetic how they come to us like butterflies and turn out to be mosquitoes-leaving our children to die of malaria. And […]

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I bleed green for the bald headed landscape That my great descendants will inherit As long as the Amazon and African rain forests Give way to monstrosities like the Lagos metropolis I bleed green for the bouncing bear bottles Brave enough to belly our sorrows in emigrating sips I bleed green to retone the faded […]

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I might not be performing this poem again. So please let’s have a one night stand of how this country raped my dreams. Let’s say a prayer for the boys and girls who went abroad in search of greener pasture from a land that was supposed to be green. Let’s pretend I didn’t say this […]

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