We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.
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 poem portraits the escalation of insecurity In the north, ranging from incessant killings and kidnappings.
A poem that highlight the traumas and tribulations of rape victims in the society.
About life and death but using the euphemism of Garden and roses. The roses are actions and results. The garden is life and leaving it is death.
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!
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.
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.
UNIFORM: This poems talks about the inequality, that has led to sects in Nigerian society.