Happy Birthaday priest of Poetry

         

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to a loaded container that derives Joy in feeding humanity with his heaART.

A PRIEST OF POETRY-
P.O.P Uche Uwadinachi,a performance
poet also called Flames - Priest of poetry is the author of poetry collection "SCAR in the HEART of pain. He is the winner of
ANA Lagos (Association of Nigerian Authors) Poetry Performance Festival
(LASPOFEST) Prize 2006 and Pakistan
June ‘Poetrycraze’ contest 2009. 2nd
Prize Poetry Winner of Ken Saro- Wiwa
Contest USA 2010, top ten Award For The Korean- Nigera Poetry Feast 2012, 2nd runner-up in the National Poetry Slam Competition 2012, 3rd prize winner for poetry at the FNL POETRY and
SHORT STORY Competition December
2012 and Top Poetry Winner (March) of
the African Street Writer 2013.Uche’s poem was shortlisted among the ten best
poems for the Korea-Nigeria Poetry Fiesta 2012, his poems has been published in the 'Lime Jewel' collection
London 2010, ‘if yu hia say a de prizin’
2012 Nigeria and other publications and World Poetry International Peace E- Anthology Canada. He is also The winner
Of the spokenword category of Nigeria's writers award.

What if I told you by Sunsampaul Egwu

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU
(Lifeexperience.com)

What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion differs not, from  a talented Igbo lad
I'm just a citizen of human race


What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To repair the brains of sadist
And make the world halcyon.

What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to  their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.

What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.

What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.

What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling  at them.

What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.

What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.

What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being  bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.

What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.

©Copyright
#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am

  

Sunsampaul Egwu aka The Philosopher, is a poet, instrumentalist, author and a computer science student. He is the  pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life. He resides in Lagos, precisely Ajegunle. Paul is a lover of children and a life changer with zeal of helping souls in the slum, He also  lecture lads and lasses in writing. Egwu Paul started writing when he was six years old and he has written motivational books such as 'Words of wisdom to the nation', 'Turning your plight into your flight',  'Words of  Encouragement to the Nation' etc. But are still unpublished except his novel titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA, (An African folktale). Paul loves reading books of any genres including the Bible. He also blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96

3rd March 2016. let's Rock on with Edaoto

Rockin on with Edaoto is here again
Live at freedom park lagos.

Edaoto Agbeniyi
It's going to be serious fun, Afrobeat session, musical ritual
and interaction. Be there!!!

To my invisible mum

TO MY INVISIBLE MOTHER

I had once wondered in the wonderland of imagination like every child to get embraced by you,
To get cuddled when tears violate my eyes,
To feel the warmth of you when the breeze of torture captures me.
But mother, you remain invisible in your visibility.
I was denied the milk to grow
Men were forced to believe that kwashiorkor was my second name.
I struggled with my upbringing.
It was different from every other children.
I could not even remember if I ever tasted your breast milk,
But what has kept my growth to this peak
Is the man-made milk called Peak.
I had to live on injection not to be injected from this world
My survival was by faith,
Even when I never believed in my fate.
Mama, you left without farewell to juggle justice,
You never looked back to see if this boy would trend the path of survival.
Mum, even when I try to picture who you are,
I try as much as possible to set a craven image of you in my oblongata
But the complexity of my brain never retained your picture.
Mama, I don't even know whether to call you sweetie,
Or to call you sugar.
But I can only call you the invisible mother.
Mother, I want you to know that I survived all.
Mama, how I wish you can see what your boy has finally turned out to be,
How I wish you know how crazily brilliant I have become.
Mother, your boy has turned out to be super, He is now called the SuPerMan.
Why you left is still mysteriously a mystery.
Your blood still runs in my veins;
So, you remain unchangeable Mama.
I still desire our eyes will mash up One day.
I promise to make you called the blessed because I am now the blessing.
I want to shatter and batter you with smile you never had
I want you to know that I just bought you the world.
The world you've so much desired.

When you see my invisible mum,
Tell her, I'm waiting to behold her.


By Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A.

Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A. a.k.a

Superman, is a first class Honour graduate of Library and Information Science from the prestigious University of Ibadan. He is a writer, stage poet, singer, instrumentalist, A strategist, A counsellor, orator, blogger, and a Computer Engineer. He is the founder of SuPerMan Productions, the organiser of Poetic Blaze, University of Ibadan.

Campaign against rape 2016 #OOULAW

THE CALL FOR ACTION.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It started with her newest husband.
Whenever he is in the same room with my mother,
Her screams and cries become quiet as the minutes tick by.
The tell tales are the bruises,
 And coloured part of her skin
__Though, she hides them well.

I continue to see the same symptoms in my elder sister.
And soon,
It was my turn.

My worst fear is if my juniour of two years,
Sees the same symptoms in me.
NO! my worst fear is when that brutal being
Realises she is also a ripe female.

We are helpless you say,
But I do have a brother.
My only wish is that,
He grows fast enough,
To realise our pain.
AND FIGHT OUR BATTLES.
➖➖➖➖➖

ABD'QUDUS:

A VICTIM'S ELEGY
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

I'd thought  death came sooner
Until you, with the overpowering grab, sought under.
Grotesque! Horror filled ! Gloom!  were the memories left hanging as effigy
After the involuntary one-night stand.
I'd cried to the heavens,
But my voice reached not even the stratosphere.
I'd begged to be hanged instead, but the hangman was probably on sabbatical.
lo! You forced in, taking more of my un giving self.
You won; and my aching  bones ached no more,
my roaring voice turned whispers,
Until my kicking appendages took final bow,
Until I felt no more,
Until I'd never feel no more.
Wait, before you sheathe  thy sword,
Before you bury the rod,
Before you conjure the devil:
Aren't thee my father?
You looked more like My uncle.
You're similarly built as my brother.
Oh, I'm mistaken, you're My bestie.
What! My fiancé?
No, you're my good neighbour?
I'm sorry for the many guesses, the encounter might have left me with distorted vision.
Maybe you didn't just rape me,
Maybe you raped the whole of me!!!

I ask: are you full now?
*********************

Researches indicate that more than 70% of the perpetrators of this beastly act are people having close ties with the victims . We therefore must be watchful.
I pray for the safety of our girls.
******************
If you wouldn't and I wouldn't, no one would. Our libidal thirsts should be quenched, toeing the right way and manner. World over, women are in the majority, you can
get one legally!!!

#CAR
#RAPEmustend
#Feb18
# OOULSS
🙌🏿🙌🙌🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌


#CAR2016#
7 days to go.


A DUET BY :
 DISU SOLIAT & ADEOYE ABD'QUDDUS

****dedicated to the CAR 2016 STRUGGLE

👉Disu Soliat Ololade, is a 200 level, law student of olabisi onabanjo university soliatdisu@yahoo.com


👉Adeoye Bolaji  Abd'Qudus is a 400level  law student of OOU. He craves ways to express his innermost felt feelings. Thus he seeks media as Sketching, Writing articles on issues  ranging from politics to law, and the trendy. He loves poetry. He does same almost everyday but yet to have any published.
He is a truly social critic who could even afford a  longer spoon than devil's when it comes to spilling the hard reality. Never entered into any competition on  Poetry.
Adeoyequdus@gmail.com

streetspokenword 2.0

Are you a spokenword poet?
Then let's get creative

Send in a 15seconds
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Video of your spoken word
With the Hashtag
#Greatpathcommunity

Winners will be decided based on 50% likes
And 50% panel decision. The most creative video win.

Let's go!

Dreams from slum

Do you have passion for education?
Would you like to make a difference in the life of an African child?
Then apply to be a volunteer with  Dream from slum initiative. So you can make a difference in the life of a child from where you are.