She sits beside him, her fingers laced in his,But her mind weaves a face she’s never kissed.A man born of dreams, of whispers at night,He’s perfect in ways her heart thinks is right. Her husband speaks, his voice steady, deep,But there’s another tone her thoughts seek to keep.It’s softer, untested, not worn by time,A melody imagined, without reason or…
Once upon a time, in the era of Tinubu,When hunger wore agbada and danced in the streets,There lived a man—let’s call him Ojo the Dreamer,Whose belly was a drum that never ceased to beat. Ojo, weary of garri and watery soup,Decided one day to eat like the chiefs.So, he strolled to “Chop Life Restaurant,”Where food looked like art, and…
(For Dr. Prince Chima Williams, the Red Cap who uses his teeth to break palm kernels for others…) Do you hear the crackling whispers of the wilting trees,Their branches brittle as forgotten bones?Do you see the rivers, once mothers of life,Now throttled by silt, their waters gasping for breath?What song does the dying forest sing—A dirge or a call…
Oh look, here comes our teacher,With big ideas and loud talks.She says we should always be good,But I wonder if she does too. She wants us to clean our room,But her desk is a messy sight.She tells us to share our toys,But does she share her snacks right? When we misbehave in class,She says we should always try.But when…
The elephant once smashed coconuts with savage might,Each strike a hammer, bending the trees to its monstrous will. But now you see it, slow and mild, Eating calmly, with the gentleness of a child. The days of breaking hard shells with might, Seem distant now, hidden from sight. You meet it soft, but know it well, There was a…
I sit by the river, watching it shrink, The currents no longer sing, they choke, Much like us, gasping for air under the weight, Of promises made in gilded halls.The sun rises, scorching the earth, But the trees no longer offer shade— Their branches burdened with the weight of toil, The fruits, too bitter to eat.We now laugh at…
Today, the drums speak your name, FPD! Echoes of your deeds, they bounce on the hills, They whisper in the valleys where the river rests. Oh, Keeper of Many Doors, your hands stretch wide, Bringing food for the hungry, light for the weary. Under your shade, the sun grows kind, And the moon sings soft, lullabies for the lost….
U.S. Child:Hello? Hola?Is this Cuba? I’m calling from the Land of the Free.Can you hear me? Cuban Child:Sí, I hear you. From the Land of the Blockade,Where the sky is still blue, but our roads—they crackAnd some medicines—we lack.What do you need? U.S. Child:Oh, nothing much. Just curious—We heard you’re surviving…(Shuffles feet awkwardly)Despite, you know, what my country’s been…
Another first day Of the tenth monthOf another yearAnd its caravan of memories Seasons comeSeasons goBut the sky looms above our dreams An umbrella with a thousand holes How I wish I could shout “Happy Birthday, Dear Country”, dance all the way fromOur Delta doldrums to our Sahel fringes To a national song free of “native” and “tribe” My…
Step right up, folks! Watch the magic unfold— See how a bomb “accidentally” finds a school. Oops! My bad, says the general, sipping tea, But don’t worry, they were “militants,” probably. Here in Gaza, we play the latest game: “Eviction by Explosion”—catchy name! A house, a block, no, wait, the whole street’s gone, Don’t blink now, or you’ll miss…
The Great Delusion invites you into a…
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