I HAVE SEEN THE DEVIL
I have seen the devil ̶ the said most dreaded beast The long black tail Scarlet-coated complexion And twin scary horns Pierced into ABOUT NDIFREKE Ndifreke George is an emerging Nigerian graduate and writer. Few of his works have appeared on; The Kalahari Review, Tuck Magazine, Poems and Poetry, The Poet community, Praxis Magazine, Social justice poetry, Bravearts Africa and The Antartica Journal. Presently, he works as a Volunteer Literary Contributor for Bravearts Africa, and a scriptwriter for HumourTV (an online comic platform). He is very inspirational and graced with a good sense of humour.
I REMEMBER BY NDIFREKE GEORGE
I remember Childhood and its episodes The freedom to skip like a young skinny calf Going unclad miles away from home Except for juvenile delinquencies I remember A heart free from grudge and greed Those true and sincere smiles Lofty dreams and great aspiration Built for tomorrow ̶ now a stubborn Today I remember Public holidays were wowing good news A break amidst boring school days To lick mum’s cooking oil from nails to elbow Play all day and forget to pray I remember Bedwetting was a serious crime Dad frowned at it with a few strokes Christmas meant red colour stew Splattered on a plateful of white grains I remember Hide and seek, with all the fun The relief that dad would hustle the cash And mum would convert them to yummy meals A call to dinning ̶ our parents were caring I also remember Growing up spoilt the…
THE STREETS OF LAGOS BY NDIFREKE GEORGE
Blankpaperz loves these lines so much
“People and things;
events and memories;
dreams and passion;
fiction and reality
roam the rowdy, dusty tracks
…. of Lagos”
Dear Future Husband by Ndifreke George
Ndifreke George is an emerging Nigerian graduate and writer. Few of his works have appeared on; The Kalahari Review, Tuck Magazine, Poems and Poetry, The Poet community, Praxis Magazine, Social justice poetry, Bravearts Africa and The Antartica Journal.
Presently, he works as a Volunteer Literary Contributor for Bravearts Africa, and a scriptwriter for HumourTV (an online comic platform). He is very inspirational and graced with a good sense of humour.
An Ode To Papa – Veralyn Ugian
It hurts when your loved one is gone
An Ode To Papa – Veralyn Chinenye
It hurts when your loved one is gone
THE OTHER ROOM BY OFEM UBI
Right from inception, I always saw my mom as warrior How she battled the tick-tock time to make sure she made the day before it made her With shoulders padded with grace that pre-pardoned my sins seconds before they were committed She was Sampson in eve’s form With muscles and biceps sown deep in the soil of her fertile heart that grew nothing but love, kindness and smiles beautiful as salvation sounds And that made see women as rare species I often saw her in every girl young and old And that always pushed my magnetic heart to each of them Until the media changed my perception And distorted my in born view from the truth Until she was transformed into a utensil for pleasure And her temple became Sodom’s castle with Delilah as the gatekeeper Until she began to mask her skin in the guise of make-ups and contour…
The Tripod by Ofem Ubi
WHEN GIRLS PONDER Does he find me pretty? Am I sexy enough to grace the cover page of his DP? Does he ever fantasize about me? And did he ever wish I was skinny or plumpy No seriously Am I the only girl he double-taps for Or am I number 4 in the list of his call log My minds on standby And its time I knew if I make the headlines or the highlight Am I his compulsory option? Does he ever smile when his thoughts enters my lane Or am I just too lame to see that he’s playing games I need to step up First I’ll begin with my make-up WHEN BOYS PONDER Is she a hit and run? Is she the digger made to excavate my gold at first sight? I heard she’s into guys with biceps And it’s high time I became friends…
Philip Tengzu’s The Great Leader
Great is he that lives by dreams And he who lives not to dream for himself Stops not to have a break For consistency is what gets you great. Think of the founding fathers of Africa In the likes of Nelson Mandela of South Africa, Julius Nyerere of Tanzania, Jumo Kenyata of Kenya, Balewa Tawafa of Nigeria, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah of Ghana. Such are the kind of leaders Africa needs. But greed, selfishness, and self centeredness Have become the order of the day. But by the vision of one man Barack Obama, for Africa That you and I are here in ASCON. It behoves on you and I To milk the juice of YALI And build the Africa we desire. Your vision, her commitment, His passion and my support. Are the nutrients that nurture Africa. The future of the continent is in our hands And we ought to change it…
DECIDE
Mother do not deny me my fundamental human rights to life For I deserve same as yours Do not deprive me the essence of life’s privileges And use not my cradle blood as paint over this hospital walls For my demise will not dilute the pain you feel now And the pre-planned murder you’re trying to craft out will do all but induce your agony For your protruded tummy may not be what you initially wanted it to be But believe me my existence is a blessing and no curse And the earlier you try not to flush out my race through contraceptives and control pills The stronger our ties are umblically connected I know you feel contempt for your actions I know your heart pulses to the beat of rejection I know your ears are more inclined to the words of men than the well being of my existence…
Coitus I By Ofem Ubi
All hail the god of the millennium Make way as I slide through Like a dice of double six on a ludo board I am the finish line the young and old race for And though my price comes in liquid forms Orgasms and ecstasies are my trophies the globe could kill and scramble for Everybody still loves the ride Even the strong and mighty fall to my seductions I guess Sampson knows better Because my silent actions through Delilah were too delightsome a meal for him to resist Or you could consult Bathsheba Even he after God’s own heart was just too blind to see the darkness I was bringing in David, he was dead desperate to slice throats just to have a piece of me And you know Solomon never lived long enough to the tell the tale I summoned his emotions just too early, as early as…
HEART STEWARDS BY OFEM UBI
She’s just too beautiful Her eyes are two bright stars on a scary midnight And the retinas in them are waves giving signals to the antennas of every other Adam she sets eyes on She has dimples Deep enough to hide her frowns when she stretches her jawbones to export smiles from the nation of her cheeks She has folds of skin carefully placed on her forehead For hers is a face lift surgery made before birth She is the inspiration behind Ed’s Shape Of You And her footsteps are tiptoes into the glimpse of Mother Africa She’s fragile glass Plays like a child Which makes it easy for her to bury grudges like high classified secrets Her voice reminds you of hope even when hope itself grows hopeless Friends say I am lucky to have her That I am blessed to be the moonlight she chooses to lay gaze…
THE VAL SERMON
They say this day was made to spread love to those we love Made for those special people who held the capsules of our heart in their medicated hands But it’s a bit awful that mankind misinterprets love as juice berries hung in skirts and skinny jeans chased by eyes of lust and destruction And the world neglects the emotionally bankrupt who seek for this love daily but never receive it So I chose not to misplace my wishes this time And to whom it may concern I refuse to compress my love into a vase of 24hrs per year Like feb14 is the only day HE showed me love Like that was the only day HE washed my sins in the pool of mercy For HIS love is endless as an ocean Flowing deep into the banks of the over shore So my wishes go to the orphans The…