Tales of a Teenage Girl by Favour Ugwumba

There was a girl
A teenage girl
She has all but changed
Her personality have changed
I should have known
How much she has grown
From tales to puberty
Being herself is just a duty
Life is what she makes it
There ain’t any need to fake it
The tears in her eyes
As she will realize
That life is not what it is
There are more to it
And as she recalls her minor mistakes
Which breaks her heart
She walks through the rain
In a bid to forget had pain.
She wants to leave familiar places
To meet new faces.
What can she do?
Where will she go?
It’s just another tale
Which she tells.

Thoughts of Love by Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

“Some are born saying once and no more of this compassion I keep.
Some grow and say I would bond to the rival of hate.
Some endure the flaw strength of the heart.
Some toss it away like the die which makes the nameless.
Some weep at its factual manner for they are misled by lust.
Some think of glee when they are not bent to make happiness.
Some want the grace but cannot see the skin deep.
Some are revered only by the pleasures of vanity.
Some are troubled by the events of the pitiful tale.
Some put up deceptive gestures to be kept in spirit by men.
Some in great sorrow sob for the contest loss in the disc of blues.
Some try to remember all, others to forget all.
Some are deceived by the veil of good looks.
Some would never fathom the connotation of respect.
Some think thoughts of the heart can follow a designated blueprint.
Some are in dire straits for the jealousy of the unknown.
Some are in a quiet state at the august ground of peace.
Some breathe their last saying- I love you.
Some cry in death for the rude nature of their dealings.
Some are never reminisced in the afterlife, others are forever loved.

FLOOD OF BLOOD

(A collaborative poem by,Wale Ayinla and Oki Kehinde Julius)
.
Insurgency soaked our land with blood,
Eyeball springing forth tears like flood.
Heart ponding fears of disharmony,
Tooth gnashing teeth in agony.
.
Ajapa,
Will you swim through the pains that flood these lines?
Or swim through the flood that paints these land.
For your father’s vainness has brought upon your shoulder;
This unstoppable drought of felicity.
.
The blood of descedant lives, screamed from its grave,
As this flood washed away its soil.
Uproar and tumult became melodic,
As lingering scent of drenched valour, annexed the ambience,
Within the caliginious confinement pangs.
.
We once know African giant to be a pool of oil,
Voyaging milk and honey, with the canoe of its endowed resources.
When do its reservour begin to sprinkle out blood.
On our fated soil peace had once sat on its cradle throne.
.
Your former suave skin has lost its glittering;
The skin that once glowed in fame and wealth,
Now gives a twinge of wrinkle sympathy.
Your vein now lives on vain promises.
.
Did your mother ever tell you about your sisters?
Whose fame became famous on every newspapers.
Did your mother tell you, how they were weaned from the comfort of their peaceful homes?
To cohabit in the colony of armed sentries and warm sambissa beds.
.
It is not raining and their is flooding,
Eroding and washing away the foot prints of peace on our land.
Its looming eroded water brought to us the refuse of war and disgust.
Drowning our hope of surviving in the pool of panic and fright.
.
Who’ll help us to shut this flood gate?
From washing away the seeds that lies beneath our soil.
Who will kiss the neck of realistic decisions?
And rescue our fate from wallowing in the muds of insurgency.
.
Even if our land stake is chronically thirsty,
Cant it wait for a rain water that brings pleasure and comfort.
Why forcefully drinking water with the straw of insurgency,
When morning dew had not yet seized to,spring sprang its fluid.
.
© Okilux & WaleAyinla.

FLOOD OF BLOOD

(A collaborative poem by,Wale Ayinla and Oki Kehinde Julius)

Insurgency soaked our land with blood,
Eyeball springing forth tears like flood.
Heart pounding fears of disharmony,
Tooth gnashing teeth in agony.
.
Ajapa,
Will you swim through the pains that flood these lines?
Or swim through the flood that paints these land.
For your father’s vainness has brought upon your shoulder;
This unstoppable drought of felicity.
.
The blood of descendant lives, screamed from its grave,
As this flood washed away its soil.
Uproar and tumult became melodic,
As lingering scent of drenched valour, annexed the ambience,
Within the caliginous confinement pangs.
.
We once know African giant to be a pool of oil,
Voyaging milk and honey, with the canoe of its endowed resources.
When do its reservoir begin to sprinkle out blood.
On our fated soil peace had once sat on its cradle throne.
.
Your former suave skin has lost its glittering;
The skin that once glowed in fame and wealth,
Now gives a twinge of wrinkle sympathy.
Your vein now lives on vain promises.
.
Did your mother ever tell you about your sisters?
Whose fame became famous on every newspapers.
Did your mother tell you, how they were weaned from the comfort of their peaceful homes?
To cohabit in the colony of armed sentries and warm sambissa beds.
.
It is not raining and their is flooding,
Eroding and washing away the foot prints of peace on our land.
Its looming eroded water brought to us the refuse of war and disgust.
Drowning our hope of surviving in the pool of panic and fright.
.
Who’ll help us to shut this flood gate?
From washing away the seeds that lies beneath our soil.
Who will kiss the neck of realistic decisions?
And rescue our fate from wallowing in the muds of insurgency.
.
Even if our land stake is chronically thirsty,
Cant it wait for a rain water that brings pleasure and comfort.
Why forcefully drinking water with the straw of insurgency,
When morning dew had not yet seized to,spring sprang its fluid.
.
© Okilux & WaleAyinla.