Marvel Chukwudi Pephel is a poet whose literary works have appeared on several literary platforms online.
DEMOCRACY By Marvel Chukwudi Pephel
What does it mean, again;
Government of the people,
For the people, and
By the people?
Well, I do not know about you;
But sometimes it seems to me
To read Them-O-Crazy.
Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet whose works had featured in several anthologies and literary journals. He is currently finishing up a major in Economics at the University.
REVERSE DARWINISM By Ajise Vincent
The elder of my land is a narcissist.
Like an elephant stamping on grass
he eulogizes his candour
by trampling on the dreams of clansmen.
he was beaten and stripped bare
by his associates of subtle desires
Lo! We saw him with the vagina of a woman.
DEMOCRACY II By Ajise Vincent
Cheerfully, the wind laughs,
the spiky bough chuckles,
mocking our granny past
cowering towards an obscure hope.
For four and half dozen years
our dreams were drunk in glee
at the bar of corruption by nerdy enigmas.
Lo! Our fathers battered our dreams for freedom.
They crippled the aspirations of our future
with trillions stocked in “Ghana must go” bags
then provided walking sticks
to aid the trod of our injured tomorrow.
How long would we be stiff in opinion?
While few famished clowns
slaughter our light of grace
to feed their ravenous greed.
How long would the gods who wedge power
eat the sacrifices of their worshippers?
and by their Czarist behest
compel same worshippers to eat their faeces.
Lo! The chisel of change is here
To etch the shapeless now
So we can perhaps before departure
feel the dividend of democracy.
FLASHBACKS By Ajise Vincent
I’ve sprinkled holy water
on the recesses of my soul.
Drank gallons of anointing oil to flush out devils
defying the doctrines of the spirit.
I’ve gone on marathons of fast
To retrace my truncated present.
Yet those flashbacks of her wrestling behind
are still engraved on the template of my mind.
God have mercy!
Okeme Jerome Akpevwe is from Okpe Kingdom, born February 18 in Warri, Delta State, Nigeria. He is currently studying Geology in Delta State University, Abraka. He developed interest in Poetry in the year 2011. He also loves prose writing, computing, exploring and travelling. He’s a success in progress.
HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAY IN OFFICE?
(To whom it may concern) By James Jerome Okeme
How was your first day in office?
Were you welcomed with hugs or handshakes?
If those handshakes were beyond your elbow
Watch out for those shakers
Whose feelings were masked with smiles.
Did it take you time to find the right keys?
If those keys didn’t move freely in their slots
Maybe they were rusted due to hard times.
Who knows if their spares exist?
Maybe the locks need to be changed
Lest your cabinet suffer infiltration.
Hope you took time to raise the carpet?
I’m undoubtedly sure you found them in their numbers.
Enough to feed the Nation.
Maybe they were swept there intentionally
Or done by those so called lackadaisical cleaners.
I knew you brought in your own seat
Prevention they say is better than cure.
The former seat must have been worn out
That we know.
Maybe burnt beyond recognition.
Remember it was called “a hot seat”.
I guess you observed there were missing files
It’s not that they were blown away by those stiff fans
‘Cos available cobwebs were very thick
Strong enough to commit suicide.
I heard they prevent the fans from rotating.
I knew you didn’t perspire
I learnt the AC runs 24/7
Powered by an electrical plant that works like NEPA
Many outside would keep shouting “UP NEPA”
Like a healed leper.
I knew you had a long day
Reading those many unread letters.
I pray you find a pen to reply them all.
Please, find time to rest.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tola Ijalusi is a writer who is passionate about using poetry as a means of addressing certain issues in the society. He writes from Ibadan, Nigeria where he currently resides.
DRY CLEANERS By Ijalusi Oluwato Samuel
Fixing the laundry
A nightmare before dawn
Not until delta boom.
Farms left for newer fortune
Fortune costing fortune.
Laundry, done for residues
Of unspent change in
Treasury and Revenue books.
Laundry done, not to
Wash societal decadence,
Bleach stains of pains of
Economic injury, insurgency or poverty
But for heavy droplets of stacks.
Mysterious balls of biased sentiment kicked
Charging gullible audience noising G-O-A-L
Without goal post of national developments.
Ignorant innocent citizens soaked
In the laundry solution of flattery
To exhort resources,
Create sanitation exercises
To rake pockets of deprived clients
Vowed to wash clean
In their crusade prophecies.
They indulge in foul plays
Sit on pained necks
Winning hypocritical race
To do our laundry
Commits cardinal sins
Yet, escape scot free
With convincing innocuous visages.
DEMOCRATIC DIPLOMATS OF SHAME!