Slavery

I spoke to Runs girl once,
She said her anger is her source
As she was forced to this life
By her Uncle who came like a thief in the Night and her virginity was the casualty
So the penalty is death for all those who now commit the crime of sleeping with her
She blames they, them
For the mayhem she cause their Marriages
‘I wouldn’t pay for damages when my case has been adjourn’
Everyone I told turn a blind eye to my hurt
Now my heart burns with hate
If you stare at me, your fate might be a night to that hell I have been put through
I and my crew will screw all of you till you forget your wives and call us Boo
She like many others are Nigerian avengers
Fighting the ghost of their abusers
And I too felt her pain
A slave to a past that had been stained,
But can be snow if she chooses to let his light glow
Even if life has given her a low blow as she wrestles with her past demons
She can tag him in
He will guarantee her the win
Then the will to talk of his saving grace with pride
Everywhere she goes, she sows seed of hope to girls like her who are still slaves to rippers of souls
Tell them the past matters but the future is what they want to see and behold

Victor Isoje
(c) 2018

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THE FUTURE

It is a place of completeness
Where pregnant ideas are being actualized
With wills being fulfilled and inheritances collected
It tells if the fears of the night, written plans of the dawn
And the actions to execute for the day ever did happen or if they were just flight of the imaginations

It is the ‘Today’ of some, the ‘morrow’ of others and the ‘yesterday’ of many fathers
What lies there are revealed potentially settled situations and secrets hidden in the past
With the emergence of ‘new’ discoveries
The reason everyone strives to be there.

This future could beam, could be dim or may not exist
And chances of arrival at ones’ destiny grows bigger or slimmer
While Mack makes it to the finish line, Joan dies trying

This impact of decades ago makes rippling effects
Dreams fulfilled, targets achieved and some wishes killed
One becomes a king with just a glimpse of it
The reason man searches for it even before it arrives

It comes with hope
But its certainty is not by mere talk or show of strength but of a diligent mind
The expectations are tentative
But could be put in the right trade
With an exchange of time and life
An archive of words limited, actions increased and explanations shortened
One would reach optimistically and look back thankfully

It is the fruits of yesterdays’ seed sown
And the tree growing from the decades’ of continuous watered ground
While some would be termed mistakes
With regrets of “Could have, would have, should have been”
This future gives birth to the man he becomes
Yet as one is begotten, another dies

But there’s nothing new hidden under the sun
Nothing comes as a surprised to the earth
A continuous cycle of fashion, fame, love and war
Only with advanced-archaic methods
And progenies of the past events are shown once again
Yet that has never been the blueprint for the future

It is the end of the script, the cast of the play, more also the fade of the song
But if spelt out, where would the suspense be?
Hope will be killed and man’s ‘curiosity gene’ will be extinct
Leaving a devastating misery behind
So let the culprit be revealed, let the suspect confess, let the case be closed with three dots to the next unknown line

The future is you embalmed with time
Cause one or more lives could be tied in there
With links, no lines knitted to each other in one way or otherwise
And this future could be ours
If only we are ready to search it with all resolve.


Azubuike Hannah Chinonso

(c) 2018

Slavery

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And daily the human problem grows deeper
The slavery stretch wider
Idea, vision is burnt before me like a paper.
It’s crazy, slavery.

It has become so obvious
That I as a poor man
Will find it tough and rough to reach that destination
That I as a rich man
Will forever be happy
When I choke people’s dream
Just to buy fame, it’s a shame
It tames
No gain, but pain.

I keep asking myself
What is my purpose?
Am I So close?
For as a human
My freedom is ranked in the kingdom
Is it then my fault?
To abide with this default thing, slavery
Stop blaming me
The world has taught me
The mentality to compete and not share
The ideology that to be better you need to defeat or you will miss your feet
The demonstration to be selfish and live without showing care
I have become a robot
bred to dare and not share
Slavery, it’s crazy

Does it make me better
If I continue to live selfishly
Have I found joy?
Am I satisfied?
I the enemy of my race
I criticize, analyze
Thinking it is my purpose.
World! What have we become
Are we better with this?

Blimey! It’s not over yet
Slavery should not be our thing
Neither rivalry
Let’s live in love
And build up
This is what make us humans.

Author note:
” Slavery in this context means that every person born into this world has a role, a contribution to make and this individual contributions has an impact on our lives in general. Therefore, when a person’s life lacks the opportunities needed to make its contributions, we all suffer for it – we are all enslaved by it (the inability of individual expression). Love is the key, God is love”