I represent the biggest scums of the century.
I represent one of the greatest threats to women globally.
Your body is already a beautiful battlefield. A rose with thorns torn apart by it’s blueprint. It is not enough that your body cries rose-coloured tears monthly, some members of my gender have turned your pores into drawers for stashing away years of frustration. Tiny portals of escape, from which they seek prison-breakthroughs. Scofielding along your orchards, fuelled by animalistic passions.
That’s what I’m trying to say
Show me I am worth the pain, give me hope to a fault; tell me life has a meaning
That’s what I read in your diary
I am what you blame for dying, greet
One of the biggest
scum in existence
Women, they fear me
My favourite victims
…Men mostly in prison.
I am traumatizing
We’ve got a new brand for the parents
Comes with the power to pay rent
Found out I am recycling
Let’s leave the topic quietly
I’ve come from an old day
People started that way
Ignoring any volition
But theirs, until…
Ice Nwa Ǹkwọ
What if someone from the life and times of Jesus sends a poem to you today, detailing his/her/its first-hand experiences with Jesus?
Would you like to read?
Well, imagine our surprise when we found these poems in our e-mail boxes.
Trust me, you’d love to read these.
Nothing so strange as a Sun filled night.
Nothing more real as a Son filled darkness.
Such peace, when our fingers intertwine.
Nothing so strange as darkness posing as light
Nothing more surreal as a blue sky when heartbroken
Such madness, when our wits are feeble
Nothing so sweet as freedom
Nothing more special as owning nothing
Such wisdom, emblazoned in knowing you own nothing
Let’s quench the sun
Let’s build up so high we touch God
Let’s give our ambition unlimited freedom
Let’s watch ourselves fail
Let our tongues wail
Let’s watch our unity break
Babel was always doomed
We never thought it through
Without God failure is what we do
Lets set the sun ablaze
Lets burn up the skies
Lets choke the heavens with smoke
Lets kill the Light
Let Light be dead
That sin may reign
That Day be dead
And Night be Lord
Let earth again be void
Formless and dark
Lets make a world
Without a God
So says the fool
In her own heart.
Let the wind do its bidding
Let it be free from it’s burden
Let its beauty be the sun
Let its glory be only for the sun
For when the sun becomes its crown,
Its destiny has been fulfilled
Let the moon sing for the lovers
Let its magnificence be as the museum, Louvre
Let it create a pendant of memories;
A never ending pile of stories.
– Azubuike Hannah (The Beloved) & Symolean