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Our Meat by Odebala Irene Ese

On an empty stomach they expect us to smile
We open all thirty two like zombies
They throw crumbs at us from our own pot and we smile
Just for that moment all our troubles seem ages away
Then we realize we are hungry again
We run to them, they laugh at us
They dangle our meat before own eyes
Our eyeballs enlarge with greed
Our mouth water with expectation for that sweet taste
Our Adams apple gurgle

They tell us how they want the game played
We nod our heads like agama lizards
Ready to seal the deal with the blood of our unborn children
Just so they can give us a piece of our own meat
From our own pot
They tease us some more, dangling our meat before our eyes
Our eyeballs enlarge
They ask us to curse our fathers
We curse and even denounced them
So they know how serious we are
Just to get a piece of our meat from our own pot

They cut off our manhood, we are flat down there
We go about like an old feeble woman
A tired feeble woman
They ask us to give them our daughters
We oblige, happy that they found our daughters worthy
They dangle our own meat in front of us
And toss it at us, we eat it greedily
Not thinking about tomorrow
When the mirage is swallowed up
And everywhere is clear
We realize too late, we’ve eaten
Our future, there is nothing left for tomorrow.

By: Odebala Irene Ese

Meet Odebala Irene Ese!

TV content developer and screen writer here in Nigeria.

A wonderfully powerful political piece she wrote wouldn’t you say… It makes you think doesn’t it? 😐 … I received this poem a couple of days ago, but I decided to post it today, which marks the 52nd year of my dear country’s Independence.

I LOVE Nigeria with all my heart, but at some-point we her citizens with one voice, need to ask our leaders where THE HECK they are taking us! … AM I TALKING TO SOMEBODY???… 😐

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 9JA!!!! 🙂

Till next time pips! 😉

Seasons by Davida Echetabu

So tickled, I giggled…
You never forget your first time,
Amazed, Amused, Confused, Contrite
In my arms rested a masterpiece.

Lips, hips, fingertips temporarily paused,
So this is what it feels like?
What’s that in my eye?
A tear drop?!

Hush child… You deserve it.

Blush-sunset-silk-lush-tendrils-midnight-orchestra-milk-leather-tissue…
Not quite adequate…
I’m lost….
for words.

So I reach out, I touch, Feel, Experience,
Smooth, Coarse, Receptive, Rejective
I drink in; my eyes wide open slits,
I taste the sweetness in my soul & the saltiness of my tears.

Hush child…. You are worth it.

Blooming & blossoming,
Polka dots & stripes,
Twinkles & jingles,
All things bright and beautiful,

I’m in the spotlight,
Twirling & laughing,
The sunlight is happy,
The breeze is clapping,

A girl once moved by a bouquet,
A woman knowing she’s a well tended garden.

Hush child…. You are just right.

By: Davida Echetabu

Davida Echetabu

I just love pieces like this one! You read it and can draw from it various interpretations… more like an open cheque for the imaginative mind 😀

Totally loved it Davida! ….I hope YOU did too dear reader! 🙂

Cheers! 😉

The Encounter by Queen Ewere

I watched his lips part
As I clung to his every word
In the sweet essence of presence
Swooning at his mercy
My eyes grow heavy
In betrayal too soon, dims

My heart drums up uneven beats
And I rumble into an ecstatic dance
My blood’s on a fiery course
Sweat breaks out on every pore
Yes, the world’s beneath my feet!
As my spirit sets to soar, I must be Alice

Shhh! Suddenly sublime
The crescendo comes to a screeching halt
“No! Please stay” I cry
And like a million others I wake.
Is this it? Did you feel it too? I search
Hesitant, yearning I rise from my kowtow.

Was that  you Lord, I ask?
An incoherent whisper,
“Maybe next Sunday I hear,
Just maybe Alice dear…”

By: Queen Ewere

Hello 🙂 

Its that time again so please join me in giving a big welcome to my newest feature, Queen Ewere 🙂

I read this piece off of her phone yesterday and it moved me. Its seemed like a verse out of songs of Solomon… you know, romantic yet spiritual. To me it portrayed a sort of spiritual ecstasy. What’s your view? 🙂

Anyway, thank you Q.E for allowing me share such a wonderful poem, and thank you reader for stopping by! 🙂

Cheers!

My World by Bisola Oladosu

To be free, oh to be free!
To be fulfilled, oh to be fulfilled!
To wake up in the morning without the daily worries: what will suit my taste buds for the day or do I look good in this, even if I do, does it make me feel good? “What will they say” has never been my creed, so what people will think is one less thing to worry about.

To wake up to a bright clear day,
To wish for the world and get the world (may be that is asking for too much, what would I do with it after all), at the very least to be able to indulge in those little things that give some of life’s greatest pleasures, like reading a damn good novel while reclining on a very comfortable sofa, watching a damn good movie (probably in the same position), savouring the sweetness of very nice chocolate, may be, no, D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y a bowl of ice cream; Each spoon sliding cooly down my throat, properly spiced chicken wings, a glass of “California White…“, reading an exceptional article by someone who knows his onions, feeling the rhythm and soul of inspiring music, enjoying a long, lazy day on the beach, conversing with the very brightest of minds…. Just being me without restrictions. The goal; be happy, the key; peace of mind.

To be free, oh to be free…. *Sigh*

By: Bisola Oladosu

Apologies for my silence folks! I have been pretty under the weather lately, but I’m doing MUCH better now and looking forward to feeling more pages 😉 …Thanking God for his MANY mercies! 🙂
NOW! still on the subject of celebrating “Girl Power” 😉 , please join me in saying a BIG “Well Done” to Miss Bisola Oladosu! :)
She sent me this piece just yesterday and I totally fell in love with it (Pardon me if I’m wrong, but I think its a perfect example of a “Prose Poem“). Just to think that I’m not the only one who’s got this dream of a perfect world filled with Ice Cream and White wine and Music and BOOKS! (Scratch that and give me a cinema hall with pop-corn and soda and all kinds of movie classics to go! 😉 )
Way to go Bisola! I certainly can relate to “your world” 😉 (Wanting it ssoooo bad! 😀 )
 

…Until next time people 😉

Cheers! 🙂

DISTURBIA by Tintin

Tick tock tick tock,
My heart beats slowly,
When when when when
I feel so lonely,
Inhale, exhale,
My breath starts stalling,
When when when when
My tears starts falling.
Boom boom boom boom,
My head starts pounding,
When when when when
My thoughts starts wandering.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss,
My anger starts rising,
When when when when
My mind’s uprising.
Inhale……..exhale…..,
My breath starts fluttering,
When when when when
My body starts faulting.
Tick tock tick tock,
My heart beats slowly,
When when when when
My life feels lowly.
by: Tintin
Say hello to Tintin! 🙂
A very talented writer and poet, this chick is an artist in every way. With a degree in Fine art, she is also a make-up artist by profession. Proudly she’s also MY COUSIN! :D. You can find more of her poems and short stories on her blog “That Nigerian Girl“, which she hardly uses these days 😦 …. but we are working on that aren’t we Tin! 😉
Until our next female guest… GO GIRL POWER!!! 😀
Cheers! 😉

@29 by Seun Aduwo

 @29
Would I stay this way, 
Pain in my heart, 
Slouch in my sway,
Praying for yet another dame?
@29
My being long’s for another;
Completion its goal,
A partner to bother,
Yet put smiles into her soul.
@29
I run the world
In search of my rib
someone to call my love,
For her I make this trip.
@29
Single I still am
Fickle in my choice
Her dimples a plus
Humming to be or not to be... 

by: Seun Aduwo
Yet another talented friend, people! Say hello to Seun Aduwo who unlike my previous Guest Damian Sinton, is not afraid to give his true identity 😀
I’m sure some of you are wondering “where on earth is all the female talent?!” but not to worry, I’ll have girl power in the house PRETTY soon! 😉 (lol!)
Till next time…  🙂
Cheers! 😉

Meet Scott!

Its time once again to introduce another fabulous Blogger on wordpress.com 🙂

Meet Scott Michell and with him the love of his life, Wéndollyn.  ===========> 

🙂

Reading his Poetry blog “Evoking the Deep“, you are pulled into the world of an otter romantic, but then if you are fortunate enough to chats with this amazing character you find that you were right! This very interesting North American OOoozes romance! 😛 😀 To me he is also very comical, a free thinker and pretty much a spiritual kind of guy, however I think this time I will leave it to my featured guest to tell us a little about himself 🙂

Scott Mitchell:

I can’t think of a lot to say about me except that I grew up in a small town and lived there all my life. Childhood was filled with daily adventure seeking with friends. I had a few moments when I felt my romantic and writing side come out, but I bottled it back up shortly after each time. Until 4 years ago, that is and I began spilling out every thought and feeling into poetry. Then, I was fortunate to become friends with Wéndollyn and I made the plan for my first visit to her country with the one goal of meeting her. The visit went very well and we quickly became more than friends (for more about this romantic tale just click! 😉 “Unfamiliar Passage: Back to the Start“). She has filled my life with inspiration and love ever since. She’s supportive of my passions such as writing and photography and we are compatible in every way I can think of. We’re both very serious people, but have our immature moments together as well. One time in Cartagena we had fun on a sidewalk near the beach. Whenever someone was approaching she would keep her back to them and start shouting at me. Then she would swing her hand at my face and I clapped my hands and jerked my face to the side to give the appearance of her slapping my face. Then, we would grab each other and passionately start kissing as the pedestrians looked at us in amazement and confusion. That’s one example of our shared craziness. We also both consider ourselves very serious Christian and our daily conversations almost always include topics of our faith. We talk on the phone or with webcams as much as 3 hours every day and continue surviving the LDR, but we really want to end this distance soon.

 My next visit is in July and there could be some surprises that I’ll publish on “Unfamiliar Passage.”

I work in IT for an automotive manufacturer and I support CAD (computer aided design) systems for all of our North and South American locations as well as Japan.

I can’t tell you I have a favorite piece Scott’s poetry (“Evoking the Deep“) because all his poems are “ON POINT!“, but I will say that the following was the very first piece that got me to click the “follow” button on his blog and I have never looked back since then! 🙂

Scottula

Grinning as you sip your tea
near an ocean of blue
Anticipating dusk with me
knowing all I crave is you

The music is starting
like a warriors drum
My heart is thrashing
my reservations numb

Your lips of an angel
eyes beaming fire
Feel me approach
my muse, my desire

An anticipated predator
I’ll drink every ounce
No resistance given
yet a scream when I pounce

I’ll give you my all
nothing to fear
With each withdrawal
as you pull me near

I’ll eat your heart
and remove your pains
Now I’ll always be part
like blood in your veins

You can still feel my bite
in the peaceful morning sun
We cut an oath in the night
you’re my goddess of love

– Scottula

WAY TO GO SCOTT!!!!… Not only are you a Wonderful blogger and individual, you are also a FRIEND 🙂

Cheers! 😉

Heart Broken by Damian Sinton

Tread softly I am weak,
heartbroken, won’t even speak.
the feeling’s gone, nothing left to lift
shattered pieces, within I sift.

This ache is real, the wound will heal
but it seems stupid, this audacity to feel;
lessons learnt from time and in this race,
powerless though, nature wills at its pace.
totally damned, children of her will
it’s a marvel the grip of our skill.

Tread softly I am weak
….Tell my heart never to speak

By: Damian Sinton

Damian Sinton

Meet “Damian Sinton”, an alias of course! 😉 He’s a friend and  a pretty shy one, so I have edited the lovely picture you see of himself and his little angel 🙂 … Just another reminder that I’ve got talented friends 😉 😀

Meet Maame!

Hi people!
Permit me as I introduce a VERY talented young lady in today’s post. Her name is Hazel and is also known as “Maame“.
Well, the heading on her blog says a lot about her: “Adorned in African beads and riding a kangaroo, I am an African Australian“. To be more direct, she is Ghanian, but was born and lives in Australia. 😉
Besides her poetry she is also an aspiring Public Health Practitioner; Her hobbies are dancing, coloring, drawing, reading and writing; She loves kids, pets and traveling.
One of the many things I admire about Hazel besides her wide smile and cheerful nature is that though raised in Diaspora, she constantly holds on to her African heritage; You can even tell from some of her poems 🙂 … We communicate on Skype, and I can tell you that it is ALWAYS  a thrill when we get to chatting in Pigeon English 😀
Meeting Maame on WordPress has been a blessing as I have found a friend and an online African Sister in her 😉 … I’m glad that she is very much in love with the color of her skin and the many cultures it encompasses.
Below is one of her earlier pieces, which I still find  very intense till this day:
Ramblings of Children in Diaspora – Binta and Yataa

Ramblings of Children in Diaspora:
“War”
Pa,Pa,Pa that is a noise of war.
The sound of a shotgun killing the acquitted.

Ta ta ta that is a noise of war.
The sound of a man’s hard leather boots.
Moving across the wooden floors boards in our abandoned house.

Sh,sh,sh that is a noise of war.
The sound of a young men luring innocent girls into their dungeons.

Hm,hm,hm that is a noise of war.
The sound of a mother worried about the welfare of her children.
As she drinks dirty polluted water after giving her children the last bottle .

Can you hear our cries? Can you picture our lives?
As we run, we run as far as our swift small feet can take us.
We pray as we sleep the dirt of the earth becomes a blanket.
But when we sleep we can still hear the noises of war.
They are a never-ending soundtrack that replays every day in our heads.
As we awake from our nightmares we are forced to a life of confinement.
Refugee living.
Our mother died from cholera. We prayed and prayed for god to save her.
But she didn’t survive.
Our father shot by the soldiers and now we are orphans of war.
Without parents we sit and wait for someone to take us to a distant place.
As we wait,we pray. As we pray, we lose faith.
Week by week.Hour by hour. Day by day.
Finally we are rescued by a long lost aunty.
My sister and I are taken away to the promise land.
Memories of Sunday school in the village fill our minds.
Surely God had remembered us like the Israelites.
We thought we were  going to be so happy.
We love eating bread and jam, milk and chocolate cake.
Truly Living life in London is a blessing
But war still haunts us.
We still see the soldiers who killed my father in our dreams.
The rebels who defiled our lives and robbed our sacred  pride.
This scares us and we feel like the living dead.
walking amongst the people of this cruel world.

Drip,Drip,Drip this is a result of war.
I am a young child, Binta 12 years old
Yet I still wet my bed every night.
In fear for my life.

Shake,Shake,Shake  this is a result of war.
I am Yataa, A young teenage girl who cannot speak English
on her first day of high school.
I have been stigmatized , ostracized and traumatize.
since that day I have never been the same.
I find it hard to talk to strangers often get scared of  the slightest noise surrounding me.
I am  just a small  girl yet I have viewed more than most adults have ever seen.
We hope one day that war will cease to exist just like our childhoods were diminished.
By;Maame Afrique

For more of her work please check out her blog at “Fairy Floss Fantasies & Sugar Coated Dreams” (Yes its a link, so click on it! :D)
MUCH LOVE!!!! 😉

Christmas Cheers To Friends Anonymous!

The poem you see below was dedicated to ME… (Batting my eyelids)
😀 hahahaha!!! :D… Not THAT way anyways! He saw my blog and was inspired to send this piece my way… I titled it though! 😉

I call it “Indecent Proposal in December”

Indecent Proposal in December

We’ve talked but never spoken,

Both in relationships given as a token,

Your words are effortless,

Written with a grace and charm that leaves me breathless,

A night with you would be sinful,

No strings attached, just lustful.

We won’t have to worry about tomorrow.

I quote “the aftermath of a fling never has to end in sorrow”

Memories of my touch  and its warmth will bring back the urge.

The thought of our one night union your mind will never wish to purge.

This is a moment in time yet to be experienced in December.

Decide now to leave or to choose a month to remember…

©2011 Uchiwally

To think “Uchiwally” and I bonded over  the Blackberry network.. and NO, we’ve never met  😀 …. I’m glad I’ve got anonymous friends with such skillz, and that includes YOU my dear reader! 😉

Stay blessed this WONDERFUL Season of Christmas Cheer… Despite all Odds.

…xoxo… 😉 🙂