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The Dead Are Dying

I BOUGHT ME BACK

A friendship that went sour, got me in a trance, lost sight of myself and vision once… But I somehow saw my path again and took back my self…

The Dead Are Dying

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

There has always been a game of superiority over the black for many years now. This poem is to give voice to the black that they matter, we matter!

WHEN PAIN LEAVES THE BODY AFTER A LOCKDOWN, WHERE DOES IT GO?

BEWILDERED

It is the philosophy of a person, lost in his head, lost in the world. It is the philosophy of a person who can’t find himself any longer.

WHEN PAIN LEAVES THE BODY AFTER A LOCKDOWN, WHERE DOES IT GO?

UNFORGIVENESS IS A BLANK PAGE

I’ve been caged by unforgiveness for years without realizing the effect it was having on me. I lost joy and peace. Though I was hurt I felt I had the right to punish those who hurt me. The interesting side was that I was hurting those who were ready to love me. This poem is from a deep side.

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UNIFORM

UNIFORM: This poems talks about the inequality, that has led to sects in Nigerian society.