Category Archives: Poetry

The poet: country with foreign flag

COUNTRY WITH FOREIGN FLAG

Who will understand me?

If I write on the wall,
They’ll call me mad,
If I call them corrupt,
They’ll send me to dungeon,
If I talk my mind,all broadcasting media will change their news headline,
Yes,from” COVID -19 PANDEMIC to GLOBAL WRITER GOES MAD”,
I won’t blame them,
It’s what makes them look better,
Yes ,better than assassins,
Or worse than murderers,
I’ll speak my mind,
I’m a global sky painter,
I won’t bother,
Who will understand me?

Look at them,
The multilated little girls,
In their teen stage,
With bulging tummies,
Babies carrying babies,
And the old moths?,
They drive with pride,
After awarding them ,
They give fake school sponsorship,
To the beautiful flowers,
Girls and boys,
Eroding their future,
Who will understand me?,

Look at Mr Misfortune,
Loitering from shop to shop,
Carrying tax collection kit,
In the name of an officer,catch a glimpse of his a million and one whores,
Feeding them with peasant’s sweat,
Look at mama kibanda,
And that ice cream vendor,
Why do you over tax the poor?
You’re a miserable,
Who will understand me?

Why do we celebrate our 57 years of the so called freedom?,
Freedom when we’re still under cages,
Night time is no more a resting time,
It’s time to think of blood spilled,
Time to think of intruding rapists,
I’m talking
From the darkest world,
But I standing at the highest and brightest moonlit estate,
Who will understand me?

BY: QUEEN BENDETTA

The 21years old Queen she is a Kenyan poetess and novelist, she has degree in Education Geography and Business. Authored two books my proposed suitors and royal secret box, she also has many students that she is coaching in poetry.

The poet: be a child once again

Be a child again
Smile till the end of time
Giggle and toddle happily
Neglect how you’re defined

Don’t dare be sad about
the things you don’t have
Dance and sing aloud

Walk down the road
Count the trees
Jump high and feel the breeze

Tomorrow belongs to those
Who care less about today
Not those who refuse to make hay
Those that work hard and play
Forget about their yesterdays

And be a child once again.

BY: SHEHU MUBARAK SULAIMAN

The poet: beard men

BEARD MEN
A hairy tale
Of exceptional men
Who groom and bloom
A shiny black bush

That illuminates their appearance
Uplift their aura

BEARD MEN
A realm of brotherhood
Symbols of attraction
Favourites of feminity
Charming and alluring
The makeup of men
The cosmetics of men

BEARD MEN
A hairy tale
When men stand out among boys
A man without a beard

Likened to a lion without a mane
A different lane

BEARD MEN
Dignified in masculinity
Magnified in manliness
With patience
Groom and trim

A symbol of maturity and responsibility
Unique to men who dare

BY: RUKAYYAH ALIYU

She is A Poetess, Writer, Entrepreneur and also A Creative Jewelry Designer. Political Scientist graduated from University of Abuja. Some of are works are as follow; Menalin Beautiful, Black Saturday, Violence, Humanity, Bride, The Social World, You are beautiful just the way You are.

The poet: complicated

Complicated

In-between life and death I am caught,
That the truth and lies I sought.
Which way to follow? I contemplate,
But in my mind I could not concentrate.

In and Out I am not okay,
But I tried to make it okay.
I wonder if there will be any opportunity,
Because all is gone due to my insincerity.

If only I could have the power to rewind,
Then I would have made things better.
Because this life is like a game of throne,
Which you don’t have to make any groan.

BY: BIMBOLA OJUOLAPE

The poet: ECCEDENTESIAST Sadist


I want to tell a story of a young girl
But with every attempt words failed me,

My ink siezed and my pages seem dried.
But a bit Of conniption driven passion I was compelled to pen the clayed lady.

A lady made of Steel, so she isn’t
But whose unshed tears are pregnant of pains, disappointment,

Behind every smile of hers is a fragile heart,falling apart slowly.

Her fragile soul tries not to break down, But her emotions with great restrain clamp her sadist ego.

Every happy corner of her life are against her,
She’s drowned in her little life of disappointment and pains masked with a smile.

Will her smile every be real, that’s a story for tomorrow.
Are you willing to make her smile real?

BY : AKHEERAH

The poet: Echoes of my past

Echoes of my past

My past inflicted
Pains on me
Leaving a cracked
Wall in my life
Through thick and thin
I’ve strived to stitch
The cracks on the wall

Let my past be a clay
That would mould me
Into a better being
Let the echoes of my past
No longer be heard
Let my past be as silent
As a graveyard

Let the memories of my past
Be captured and thrown into thrash
For that is where it belongs
Let the flaws of my past
Be stitched back together
With good intentions

Let the ashes of my past
Be drenched by rain droplets
Let there be a new dawn
Of beautiful beginning
Let my heart be filled
With courage and love
For there is no pouring
From an empty jar!

BY: ZEE ASLAM ABDULLAHI

The poet: faith and pharmacy in the time of covid-19

The rich and poor both feel my fame
like a roaring flame,engulf all on my
wrath.

For can’t you see,can’t you see
break the unbreakable,
break your economy and faith.

You like hiding your identity
claim that your hands are clean,
wear a mask and sanitize
for the death cause is no man’s fault
but rather nature.

You shall overcome it’s your and blood,
No professor, neither a lecture but only
working together can tame a destructive
nature.

Even when you can’t see your way
stand in faith,
When you feel like you can’t face another
day stand in faith.

Even when the covid19 symptoms want to flow
from your throats stand in faith
knowing that he is always there for you
to lean on stand in faith.

Even when you felt like a chemist
mixing a concoction that you would never get
back from.like acid on a tongue,
chasing compounds that you thought would
end the pain but couldn’t afford enough.

Drug prices have gone skyrocket,
drug tariff hasn’t increased,
we dispense at a loss,we deliver at loss.
even in the time of covid19 lockdown
staff Morale is low,
No time for coffee let alone lunch.
we close the pharmacy in order to
try and eat,
but the phone just rings constantly.

In the time of covid19 lockdown
cancel bank holidays,
come to work, open the pharmacies,
you just carry on working,
we are told ,and we do comply.

Our work has tripled, public abuse and disorder have risen, staff are in self isolation.

A bridge is built at the river and power is
given to the weak.
one day’s lord we have to bear
we are never required to stagger
And his faithfulness is sure.

Allah prefects all that concerns us
And by our faith, we will endure
Allah has the power to restore.

So we are never without faith
no matter the shape we are in ,
Allah can take our fragmented
lives.

Put them together again
so if you’re broken beyond measures
and you don’t know what to do
stand in faith.

The only way to survive, is by joining heads
lock your doors for it roaming the streets
stay alert for like and assassin,
you never know it target.

When faith fade and dreams die.
And find no answer by asking why,

Just keep on trusting
and hand on to faith.

Because Allah is just
He never makes mistakes.
should the storm’s come and trials must face.
when find no solution rest in Allah’s grace
when life seems unfair and more than can take.

Look up to the Allah
Allah sees our struggle and every bend in the road
But no mistake is ever made cause the weights every load.
“Life’s Daily Doses”remind us to
take one day at a time ,Allah’s grace
and faith will meet us and Allah’s
mercy will renew us each new day.

We have to see patients in person,
GP’s consult by phone
we don’t even have PPE or a screen
to stay at home ,get tested for covid19.

As Nations cower in fear for many grab
victims in a day
for once they see something worse than war
for one they see humanity is worth fighting for.

What goes up must come
No authority is higher than faith
it break the laws of a normal condition
But I’ll never break the so ~called men Bend
them to their breaking points
once they kill me,they forget my wrath and
once again I’ll strike.

As so suffer also try and learn from mistakes.
As you go down Tauhid still
there’s more to cope
maintain the togetherness
and there will be no harm
share the little you have Before it
strike and leave you with none.

Even when you feel like giving up
in faith
Even in those times you feel so all
isolated stand in faith
Hold on and be strong, for He is still
on the thrones
stand in faith

Even when it’s hard to believe stand in faith
knowing that He can change your situation
suddenly stand in faith

And believe that he has already made the
evidence of things not seen
so stand in faith.

BY: UMAR FARUQ UBA MUSTAPHA

The poet: humanity

HUMANITY
With Love and kindness
With sight or blindness
Uphold and cherish
Let the human race behold

Humanity
Giver of peace
Muderer of war
To love and cherish
For destruction to perish

Humanity
A priceless treasure
If only all humans can uphold
The world will be bold
To be a better place for all

Humanity
With unity
Humans set a pace
For hatred to take a race
For love to take it’s place

Humanity says;
Let strength support weakness
Let Love defeat hatred
Let peace destroy war
Let happiness dilute sorrow
Let the world be a better place

Humanity
Free from sentiments
Free from boundaries
Free from discrimination
Bound by the oat of love
Bound by the oat of kindness
Bound by simply being human
A trace of pure hearts
If Only humans will imbibe
If only all humans will answer the call
The world will be a better place for all.

BY: RUKAYYAH ALIYU

THE POET: Keep HOPE ALIVE

Hope is a wide range of life
Like an iroko tree planted by the riverside

Keeping hope to sustain dreams
Fears and worries destroy dreams
Keeping hope to hop
Keeping hope to hook
Win with a wide margin if you can
Lose if you must
But never quit
Just get stronger
Just because it’s hard
Doesn’t get easier
Doesn’t mean it’s impossible
You can do it
You want to feel rich?
Just count things you have
That money cannot buy
You are captain of your soul
Master of your faith
Don’t wait for opportunity, creat it!!!

BY AUWAL UBA MUSTAPHA