I am the roaring sun of Africa’s dream,
I am the offspring of delicate wisdom,
Oh earth, I am her by name Alkebulan!
Let me wear my crown proudly Africa,
As I dance to tunes of the healing sun
“Hear a troubled heart write about you, in a country of guns, swords, and cattle.”
“when threnodies are documented,
dreams for a new beginning become a flickery light in
the impenetrable black, blank night but for poems.”
Every year on May 16th, the International Day of the Boy Child is observed. This is a day when the entire world focuses on boys and their well-being. The goal is to achieve global gender equality.
Ain’t we all blind from the outside to have let he the politics power corrupts the human manifold and made us fatherland slaves?
“To the perturbed, unbalanced pedestal I have been shoved to”
Listening to Obongjayar, as he is also known, gives you a taste of Sade Adu’s music sense, sealed with the attitude of Fireboy.
Submissions are open for Issue III of Poemify Magazine. We accept all forms of prose, poetry, and artworks.
On his gravestone you’ll meet: “A charioteer of ill-fated grave-diggers. Onwuegbulem- man of grief, tough to beat. A rich clown, but king of beggars.”
Every teacher, they say, is the backbone of society because they play a major role in motivating students and helping build their self-esteem while also shaping future leaders of the best way for society.