This is what I think. The human mind is like a blank paper. What you write into it, it contains. And what you don’t write it doesn’t hold. Now when a new baby is born. His mind is nothing but blank. ready to absorb whatever that is presented to it. You tell him his name is x repeatedly! He grows to know his name as x! The things you keep away from him, he doesn’t have knowledge of! You tell him God is this and God is that! The existence of good and evil. About satan and his fallen angels. He grows up knowing this things because they’ve been presented to him through speeches and pictures. It registers in his conscious mind and then soak its way through to this child’s subconscious mind. And then it becomes his ultimate reality. Now when a particular set of ideology has been agreed upon by a particular set of powerful circle as the ultimate truth. They pass this around as a flawless piece of utmost reality! They make people absorb this into their way of life by force. Against their own will. Deny them the free will of listening to their own individual reasoning and an access to other available knowledges so that they can be further manipulated. Knowledge they say is power. After at least the first or second generation of this system of lifestyle and culture. The 3rd and further generations to come becomes nothing but a generation of slaves to this circle. They lost track of time and hold on to a particular set of ideology as the ultimate truth. By then they find it of no use to ask questions. I mean why would this generation of slaves even ask questions when they are meant to believe that its a sin to be naturally curious. Meant to believe that its blasphemous to ask some certain questions about God. Tell them more about the fear of God than his Love! The existence of hell. Cripple them with the fear of an unknown evil. Fear they say cripples faster than any implement of war. That’s how I think this spaceship calls earth runs! Religion and government had our forefathers shackled up in an invisible chain. And as time pass the chain grows stronger. We find it more difficult to break free. Freedom is an illusion dear. We are nothing but a generation of slaves!
sweet memory! A poem for chimezie kasie!
Beautiful memory
Take me back to the past
where smiles don’t hurt
So short was this blissful moment
but he who drank a wine shaken by love
Shall never die of thirst
Tell me the journey to which I came
Tell me how fast time flies
But take not away my beautiful memory
In their jealous stares
I felt cold and shy
As you slowly fetched me sweet wine
I’ve never felt like a child
Neither had I seen a smile so mild
It was a feeling I just can’t deny
I look back at the sand of time
distance walked with this lingering on my mind
And curse the wind for blowing our paths away
Beautiful memory
in a momentary grip
Beautiful memory is all you reminds me
I miss being around.
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I pulled back the string
I knew the direction
Towards which the hollow pointed
Still I did pull back the string
I saw her chest fall
And to God I uttered
A whisper of plea
This chest to lay and rise no more
I shot at my own heart
And drowned her in my own blood
She missed every shot she fired
So I helped her pull back the string
Adamma
She was seated
By our sacred river boundary
Beneath a thick green shade
She found herself a quiet sanctuary
A sweet melodious song
Which from her voice rang
Garnished thick with native aroma
Kept filtering through my ears
To ukwu nkwu ( palm wine tree)
I was solemnly pacing
From my shoulder a climbing rope hung
To my dear cutlass, my hands cringed
The hatching of a new dawn
Through the thick green shades
Pierces through the soft yellow rays
Giving birth to another orie market day
So young the day
For a beautiful black princess
On this lonely riverside
To dwell in such trance
Singing her whole heart out
Starring the spirits of mmiri to a dance
To the sweet rhythms, Ezeokoro
Our river god must have awaken
Her hair was darker than a coal
On Her skin, hands and feet
With uri she drew a beautiful art pattern
Different colours of jigida adorn her round waist
The ornaments
Which around her neck weaves
Are non my eyes have seen
Her perfectly weaved hair decorated with red beads
Covering the luscious moulds on her chest
Was a white cloth tied to her bare back
A lone wrapper tied around her waist
Halting to a stop just before her knees!
Slowly setting to the ground
My cutlass and climbing rope
To inquire from this goddess
Why she lay waste her beauty to the spirits
Adamma whispered in a hush tone
Not knowing any other name
With which I would call her
Her sight alone spell bound me
Then It dawned on me
I had behold a true river goddess
With the morning breeze she went
Floating away from whence she came
EVIL WIND!
A vast land
Blessed with rock
and stunted grasses
Where on its white sand
Cattle’s foot prints
are clearly marked
We know by heart
The erection of many houses
atop it holds a crescent moon and a star
Their knowledge of the quoran
And dedication to Gods will
I sometimes marvels upon
Allah they all cherish
But still amidst
Houses holding the crucifix high erects
there indeed was an enclave of peace
Simplest of all souls
On its mud and thatch homes do dwell
Till an evil wind
From nobody knows where
Blew across
Some says from aso-rock it came
They blamed it on our good man
Whom on his head always lay an innocent hat
Our night were seized with terror
The clashing of evil pipes
the killing of good people
The evil wind
we pondered on its mystery
Everybody whispers about this open secret
Death became our closest neighbor
The rich, the poor, masters and servants
Natives and strangers alike
Oh! That night
When helpless scholars
They shot through their throat
Beauty of the land drenched
As we the ambitious sons of biafra
To our father’s land fled
A huge vast land
Blessed with rock and stunted grasses
Holds now on its possession different sizes of grave mounds
The weightless wing
Innocently flap’s
right beneath their shoulder
Hold in our eyes
And so dwells in our heart
The holiness of a soiled feet
The hymns
The sacred scent smell
The trinity we feel
Take me not on a silly ride
My eyes in sober
Play’s deaf to your holy lies!
THUG POETRY
A sunny day,
In some seconds turned cloudy!
Mothers and babies Clothed in their innocence,
dwells and awaits a heavy pour.
A downpour which for decades I’ve expected,
but not like these clueless souls,
not in the manner of a crying heaven,
and now Right before my blood tanned eyes,
like a hidden knowledge,
It was about to unravel!
I watched !
And mentally entertained the drama.
I saw it all right before the first smoke drifted into air.
Am familiar with the strange climate.
What goes around They say comes around!
I know like a volcano,
a thunderous pop,
Will soon have its ink,
Tattooed On the pages of thugs history.
Innocent till am proven guilty!
The image of God I am!
So like a sculptor,
I carves my own future,
Physically, spiritually and violently!
I remember Very clearly.
On a faithful sunday like this
That dwells somewhere in my dark past.
Something happened.
Drug deal went sour!
Slugs flied!
People died!
Relatives cried!
And now like a ghost they are back.
In their act I clearly read “an eye for an eye!”
I was walking down the busy road,
With two of my best friends.
We all were too excited,
Hypnotized by the biggest ass walking this unlucky street.
The hand writing was clearly written in the sky,
I heard the screeching tire.
Turned and saw a black benz halting to a stop.
The door flew open,
And from the inside some dudes came banging shots!
Coming towards where we stood.
A slug caught one of my friend at his right shoulder,
Diving to the ground as our hands walked our waist,
And our fingers hastily coiling around the butt.
Is do or die and you only live once,
so I smoked the first shot!
From the corner of my eyes,
I saw my friend like a wounded dog,
Was bursting shots like a mad man!
And soon in what was once a peaceful street,
Filled with innocent pedestrian,
All hell broke loose!
And everybody started running for safety,
Mothers clutching their crying babies,
I saw a cop on duty fell.
Must have been hit by a stray bullet,
And in my mind I was like fuck him,
He deserve what he got!
Our rivals were in advantage.
For it was four against three,
I guess they have a better guns too,
Plus my other friend was in pains shedding blood.
But still we smoked shot!
I caught one on the throat and he fell
I grinned and was like “see you in hell”
Slugs hits the concrete just a breath away from where I lay,
Sands flying into my eyes.
Would’ve entered through my fucking skull!
in my heart I cursed this daylight drama.
The stupid pistol is no use here.
And I wished I brought my AK along.
Heard my buddy whirl and saw him drop dead!
“Oh! GOD don’t let me die today”
Though on the floor I lay!
But my soul was on his knees.
In that instant I became a true christian, muslim and an esoteric student.
Shots still ringing,
Made a quick stride with my eyes,
Saw a couple of dead bodies on the floor
Killed by stray bullet.
Rose to dash for a safer area and caught one at the left side of my stomach.
Darkness encroached!
And in a moment my whole life sprang’s up on my face!
The hustle, the money.
The bitches.
Pictures of lives taken by my hand taunting and mocking me.
The bullet got me paralyzed!
I asked God to take up my dirty soul,
and lay me to rest.
I prayed he make it quick,
The pain was too much to bear!
Siren cut through the cold air,
I guess the stupid cops must have waited for us to kill ourselves first,
Before coming for the safety of the masses.
I lay there bleeding to death.
Two of my best friends dead.
I sat and beckons on the angel of death,
I cursed the very day I was put to birth.
And the faith which my destiny made!
I saw our rivals sped off as the cops arrived!
I closed my eyes and bid bye to a beautiful world!
PEACE!
THIS PIECE WAS INSPIRED BY UNDYING LOVE BY NAS and GOES OUT TO TUPAC SHARKUR, notorious biggie small, to drug lords and birds. All the real hustlers. Real killers, political hitmen. To all my dudes out there hustling. LOVE!
I TRUST YOUR TRUTH
I trust your words!
I believe you!
I see how guilty they looks,
I actually smell your innocence!
Look at them dressed on hoods and black masks,
And you dressed in a white suit.
There are no more scenes to play,
I play you!
I see them clutching crying babies,
I see you carrying a smiling child.
sometimes you dribbles,
You messiless player.
I know the masses are your wives,
The cameras your concubines.
I trust all you’ve said,
Well played!
I’ve known the light,
I walk the dark.
I see them with guns,
You holding to a harmless pen!
I trust your truths!
I believe your lies!
my feelings makes me what I am.
There is nothing to hide about what I feel. I let it pour. Like when the gods cry causing d lands 2 widen up their mouths. Digging gully right in2 ur timid heart
