MOOD SWINGS

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MOOD SWINGS
Weird feeling,
feel like I was wired through,
oh another empty soul.

You wake up to a new day,
yea, the creator, God, you must thank,
still you are moody.

No one hurt you,
but some things hurt deep so inside,
deeper  and too spiritual.

Wish I was supernatural,
to heal naturally my thought and self,
mending my broken pieces with peace.

Alas! As a believer,
one must continue to receive life,
a journey quite slow, sometimes foggy.

Evaluating most times,
It’s time to evacuate,
sad, when I hear my story.

When your story I hear,
I run to God’s altar with thanksgiving,
praising him yet for my good pains.

BY: @penngriffen

TORN WALLET

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TORN WALLET

 

Happy Christmas turned 

into envisage New Years, 

Many gathered to form entity 

They drank, but not enough water of life 

The year seems so perfect

Until the dragon grew weak, 

Three headed beast 

But non seems to succeed

                       

By: Penn

Instagram: @penngriffen

Olu.babalola.ayo@gmail.com

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Many crises here and there before

boasts of war and weapons of death,

little wonder death sent his emissary,

COVID-19.

 

The economies are torn apart,

only the eastern wallet is growing,

down the western? It is torn bitterly,

deaths in Europe, America, everywhere.

 

Shall this become another score of deaths,

or to say God’s anger? Human’s greed,

taken o’ve mankind; biochemical? Natural?

Vaccine or Cure; both are miracles to live.

 

 

ENOCH OJOTISA

Instagram: 1884_African 

www.akewiartshouse.com

poetojotisa@gmail.com

BURNT COINS

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BURNT COINS

 

Crashed economies,

deaths in the fields of nations,

men and women facing this plague,

so strong and too potent to be treated.

 

Pharmaceuticals are silenced by its rage,

COVID-19, grown too strong for 2020,

should have just been called COVID;

many economies now simply broken.

 

Africa is rich with her herbs,

yet, the cold weathered hands clap still,

denying the organic concoction of Africa,

like previous plagues, drink Africa’s plants.

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ENOCH OJOTISA

Instagram:1884_African

www.akewiartshouse.com

poetojotisa@gmail.com

OJU DUDU

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This is a radio playlet written and directed by Enoch Ojotisa 

It is an awareness radio playlet concerning the ravaging disease, CORONAVIRUS (Covid-19). 

It is written and spoken in YORUBA Language.
Please enjoy the playlet. 

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Èyí ni eré ìtàgé orí ẹ̀rọ asọ̀rọ̀mágbèsì tí a ti ọwọ Enoch Òjótísà kọ àti darí. 

Eleyi jẹ́ isiniloju  eré ìtàgé orí ẹ̀rọ asọ̀rọ̀mágbèsì lori àrùn lùkúlùkú CORONAVIRUS (COVID-19) tí njà ròìn-ròìn. 

Akọ eré naa, asi sọọ pèlú ní ède Yoòbá.
Kí ẹ sì gbádùn rẹ pè̩lú.

More of your blessed Breasts... By OGIDIOLU

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MORE OF YOUR BLESSED BREASTS

Albeit, in my infantile
Amoral being breaching two bridges
Intruding tongue lingering
Caution not from my leaping lips
And the pampered twins
At the balcony of your chest
Lured my merry mouth
I pressed, I squeezed
And I did not
Know its noble name.

But today
I speak of your succulent breasts
And the two dark dots
I licked like candy
Pinked my troublesome lips
Black seeds they seemed
But my tongue whispered
They are flesh of the flesh
See;I sucked, I tapped
And the twilight of time
Bore me no grasp
For I knew not its treasured title.

So, let me hear
The breathing of your breasts
Melt my gentle palm
Sheepishly massaging
Deep down the follicles
Of your emollient breasts
Feed my mouth more
With your flourishing milk
They have despised your breasts
They fail all the tests
But, let me sip again
From the flowing wisdom
At your neat nipples
Ceaseless craving creeps me
Of your blessed breast
Mother Africa.

Ogidiolu Afrocentric
130715

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