Life Began from
Africa and with Africa Shall it all end!

- Enoch Ojotisa -

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WE ARE AND WE HAVE BEEN HERE•

Do you know of the first civilisation?
You should seek knowledge,
we've been here long ago,
when the eyes were at the knees.

All humans existed,
until the homeless spirits of heavens came,
and bore a race.
We are the original humans.

The faith of the cross and of the moon,
two most influential faiths of all,
both came from us.
Messiah came from us, and to us.
Look, the prophet too was one of us, not like they have painted him now.

We were first created,
we fell, we became lost to our creator,
he cried, for he knew we lost our glory.
Then came the wages of our fall,
torture, persecution, rape, slavery, colonialism, deaths, absurd laws, corruption, imperialism, oppression, greed,
money over health, immorality and lots.

In America and its corners,
that last race owes Africa 40acres,
somewhere in Europe,
you owe Africa billions of your wealth,
Oh! In Australia I remember,
you owe Africa an Aboriginal homeland,
In Asia, everywhere,
Africa is owed.
Even in Africa, the oppressor is owing big.

But know for sure,
Africa has children all over,
Now her Children demand a payback.
Not just in cash, but a return of Africa's stolen wealth and treasures in your land.

Rise Africa,
your children will return you home.
Not the whitened Egypt or xenophobic South; weeds amidst plants.
I mean your real children,
Africans with Africa in them will ship you home, mama, oh mother Africa!
I will speak of you Africa, oh Africa!


ENOCH A. OJOTISA 
LL.B Hons (Ife), BL, LLM (GCD)
CEO, AKEWI ARTS HOUSE

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CALL TO NEGROPEANS*

When shall the ones in diaspora return ?
I ask when shall they set foot upon our soil again?

When shall the sun from Kumasi no longer scare our brothers 
from their sunset of police Brutality?

When shall Trevor Martins leave America 
for Lagos or Accra or Freetown?
 Don't wait till another young blood is spilled.

Africa is home,
come back home,
though not as deceitfully beautiful 
as the shining metal of death pleading self defence;
yet, it can be as beautiful as the words of Marcus Garvey, 
surely as real as the honourable blood sacrifice of Malcom X.

When are we going to claim the Nile as ours?
When shall the princes of the North accept who they are?
When shall the nation at the feet of Africa sow its torn xenophobic clothes?

Africa,
I sprout forth from thee,
yet you are a seed planted in me,
growing always with me,
I am from Africa,
for I'm first a Man labelled, Blackman.

By: ENOCH OJOTISA

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ÌYÈ

 

Lákásagbá died in Lágbájá's house that day, I remember

I hear wailings, rumblings and diversified noises from their rooftops;

I'm certain that their drops of tears will penetrate a bulletproof

The drops of their tears of course looks everlastingly heart piercing;

Like their previous days of laughter was a waste away

 

I passed by their house again the next day

I wanted to stare, perhaps I'll learn more about the world as a kid

Then Bàami covered my eyes with his palm, as I expected

We walked past, but I hear noises in my head

I couldn't stop thinking about it, I couldn't

 

I then asked Bàami out of confusion, fear and in thirst for the truth

"Bàbá I don't want to die" with tears like drops of water on my face

"Bàbá I don't want to cry"

"Bàbá Lákásagbá had money and he died, Bàbá death will not take money from Olóyè Bórókìnì"

"Bàbá I ... Saw Lákásagbá the day before his death, I saw him Bàbá"

 

"Bàbá, is there something I must do that they didn't do"

"Bàbá take me home, perhaps those I care about won't cry;

"Bàbá I hope it's not painful, ah baba no one will listen when I speak again"

"Or Bàbá must I die to get there?"

" Bàbá where are we even going?" I asked as I was obviously scared about my existence

 

I am still in search for Ìyè, For I know that death is certain

Or did you see Ìyè for me? I heard a man came to die so that I may live

Bàbá did not answer my questions that day, death took him away too

Ha... Tell Olówó Ayé and those who live life like tomorrow will never come;

That they will die one day, I've seen people like them

 

Àlàní the wealthy blacksmith, had seven wives;

He died one sunny day like that

Ìyè! Ìyè!! Ìyè!!! You're not far away, I'll find you

I heard a man in white is the answer, who knows?

Even Bàbá died without an answer to my questions.

 

NAME:                      ENIAYEWU VICTOR

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