La ville aux antipodes climatiques Où l’hiver est souvent charmant Séduisant par sa couleur légendaire Blanc comme dans les contes de fée Où les princes charmants fusent d’un coup Pour sauver ses princesses enchaînées Dans une chapelle de désacralisation Où...
The American dream was once appealing When it was still the country of Uncle Sam Nott the kingdom of Ka the Appalling Tidily putting immigrants in situation of harm It accepted all that believed in no pain no gain ...
I’m the black child that is now Rising The young plant that was harshly uprooted Very tender from its abode – the equatorial forest I’m the young calf snatched from the savanna herd The cockerel taken at its prime from the...
Monkey dey work while baboon dey chop But the leg wey dey too waka no know say The eye wey dey too luk dey see am Dem say everyday na for the thief But one day i go bi for the...
Are we in a Democracy Day Celebration When the masses are not in jubilation As they see no reason to celebrate A day we have no one to congratulate Why celebrate the Democracy Day When the nation is in topsy-turvy today ...
A resounding clamour for war Asked to be enlightened more They even knew not Biafra war A proof of an utmost ignorance That broke my long silence No one ever survives the war It is another name for death Some soldiers...
Man, a pottery in God’s hand First thought then created Apparently from useless materials A wonderful final product Born beautifully fragile He grows strongly vulnerable Becoming the most intelligent animal Every birthday is indeed sacred A year short in a...
Nous sommes une Église en germe d’engendrement Où les paroisses sont de plus en plus vidées Les bâtiments accueillent des moineaux Les cathédrales converties en musées d’histoire Les presbytères en auberges de jeunesse Nous sommes des paroisses en germe d’engendrement Où...
Biafra, a land where gods died When a nation who asked for liberty Got a response that really turned shitty Becoming today a realty that we can’t hide A land where gods who once ate rams Were offered crying babies as...
This is a paean to my unsung hero Which I cannot write with a biro For it is too sacred to pen down The story of a hero with no crown My hero fought no national war Nor his fame from...
