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Consonance

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I dream of a day when my smile won’t be an illusion,
A day where there’s an alignment between my emotions
And the carvings they make on my face,
A day where my mind bears the fruits of joy and happiness,
A day when my soul isn’t a carcass infested by fear,
A day where my heart isn’t a timed bomb waiting to explode,
A day where my spine isn’t grabbed by anxiety,
A day when my scars aren’t just painful memories but wise lessons,
A day when my healing is the path for someone’s healing,
A day where the palpitations in my heart are from good news

So, while I wait for my dreams to hatch
Into a reality I can feel in my palms, I’ll wear this smile,
A smile that’s not the disposition of my heart
A smile to cloak the tremors of my mind,
I won’t lose sight of the hope I have in my Master’s Touch,
The touch that stopped the bleeding of 12 years,
That moulded new pairs of eyes for the blind
That will bring me to the day when my smile is not an illusion
But till then, I’ll sit here, deeply rooted in HIS word.

  • Olaoye Adeleye Emmanuel
    ©2025

A list of Nigerian memories

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The stainless steel plate making clang when we tried steal a little protein
Akpi called it derearang when I take a step in what they bought me

Only pros score with Felele ball
Monkey post? Eat a Health Ball shot
Cyril Stober, news at 9 o’clock
NTA vs. Cartoon Network

African Independent Television
Wale Adenuga Production
Papa Ajasco and Company
Fuji House, even more funny
Super Story for the family
Toyin Tomato, King of Boys indeed

Diego Paloma is Cuando Seas Mia
And one Water cane touch your back with the fear
Clean the Lantern, put the candle on metal
Ugo C. Ugo, that’s one book that went viral

Add Quantitative Reasoning
Also add Verbal Reasoning
Don’t forget JAMB lesson
Sunday Rice and sleeping

Party Jollof, and sleeping in church
Sega and it’s Gun,
Nintendo 64
Police and Thief, or those rubber rings

Mama and Papa, that dangerous game
Except when it’s kids playing with sand or the rain
In my school, the driver was Father Christmas
Still lined up for some pictures
Western rubbish
Hold on lemme finish

Sandals or Curtina
Kito, and bags of leather
Oversize clothes, cause we got those
From OK or an elder

Five naira 20naira Biscuits
Tell the Aboki, I want stick sweet
We couldn’t finish Okpa 20 naira
35cl Fanta was 25 naira
And when they released 60cl
Fido had to fight with Mountain Dew

V-boots versus the great Peugeots
BMWs and Audi hums
Datsuns before the Volvo roars
Can you pronounce ‘Volkswagen’, boy?

Tina Mba and Everyday People
Gimme Osuofia, Adieu Mr. Ibu
Stella Damasus and Regina Askia
Saint Obi must be proud of Odumodu

Watching Masquerade with my Goody Goody
Don’t get me started on anything Disney
Nowadays no local or agric
All the fowls simply taste expensive
Pussycat Pussycat, where are you going?

Small circle Small circle, Big Circle…
6×6, 6×6, 36
Which of you knows your Times Tables
Where you flogged on Assembly Ground

Nigeria is 64 now
The culture is G and purrr now
Arise oh Compatriots
Even that one is gone now

– Godzniel
(c) 2024

Vapour

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Man’s life is vapour
The Lord made it so.
Now, see the rain is here
And we’re jumping in its waters.
But sooner than later
Our jumping are memories
Memories becomes night stories
And night stories dries into vapour.

Ugwu David C.
©2023

Broken ceramics

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I have faint memories of my mother
I remember her as a cup
How she always found a way to hold it all together, just before she leaks
Trickles of water falling beside her straight slender figure, ceramic
Till the day daddy pushed her from the table and she broke
Pieces of her piercing little me, till one little pointy mummy tore through my left eye

Now I half see.
Deformed, they think I am
But with what hands would you erase memories’ scars?
With what hands would you race memories cars?
The speed limit of the past experiences dangling in your face before you even make the obvious decision
Those past experiences
Become the obvious decisions and so

I still cannot resist slender girl
Especially when they comment on my eyes
The one blue pupil that’s always learning new ways to shatter ceramic;
Hearts.
My past, present
How I with my fingers have rewritten daddy’s story on many lives.
If they never let go of their past
I’ll always be present, right on time
Before their next decision.

I wonder
If mummy would be proud that the vengeance I sought for her has made me Potter many more ceramics;
Broken
From tables, broken tablets, broken tables of laws
I have become ten plagues walking and everyone wants to chase from Egypt till they drown in a pool of their own tears tricking when they are full.
Maybe we give too much power to all the hurts that have Moses’ed their ways into our lives, dear lions forget about your pride and let his people go!

Finance peace,
UN-till the ridges you’ve prepared to plant hate
Until its roots can’t take in your heart any room.
So that any room you enter.
You’ll leave memories of water. Washing clean from dirt smeared hands, hearts, spirits, bodies, minds. Ceramics.
Set this on your heart
And set the captives free from Egypt.

God has called you, now lead, and let his people go.

UC Truth
©2021

From This Moment

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I have made up my mind not to lie
I will not quarrel with anybody till I die
I will restrain my tongue from speaking evil
and any word rooted in the devil
I will not despise anybody at any level

I will sing a new song to the Lord
I will make memories with no sword
I will keep my heart stayed on him
and my love will flow beyond the stream
I will crest his word on the tablet of my heart

I will preach the gospel with all boldness
I will proclaim that I have His life in fullness
I will listen to the still small voice in me
and I will put all of my trust in thee
I will shine my light for the whole world to see

Lady Nancy
©2020

One Down

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Blindness from birth is a blessing compared to sudden loss of sight
The knowledge of colours and shades lost
Just become memories gradually fading away
Leaving a vacuum of nothingness yearning to be filled
But never to be filled

Love lost is beautiful
Though love found is more beautiful
Love never felt is nothingness
Love lost can be brooded over, cried over and reminisced over
Love lost can be found when searched
But love never felt has neither silver nor rainbow lining

Certain unnatural emotions are prayed for
Emotions involving hours of baring oneself in tears and strange languages
Of longings unexplainable, yet knowledge immeasurable
Of completeness and confidence in found identity
Such emotions defy conventional theories
It blooms from walk by faith not love at sight
People unfortunate to not have felt such emotions drool when they hear of colours and shades and rainbow linings
Of longings yet completeness

But they’d have to hear
People that felt but lost become shadows of themselves
Because they prayed
They prayed not to go a day without Jesus
They prayed not to take a breath without him
The moment they started getting cold
Their breathing became impaired
Their days became empty and gloomy
They knew they needed warmth
They knew a prayer has been answered
One down
Many more to go

ChyD

(c) 2018