Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. – Rita Dove
ZODML Poetry Corner
I was born in 1990
A time where our parents instructed us to never give money to beggars
We would turn into yams or goats if we collect things from strangers
I had to look at my mother’s face, seeking approval before I could collect a gift
Or else midnight will be filled with cries instead of sleep.
Things were cheap
The only thing I knew about was the harshness of the military regime
And the excess pesticide used in beans that led to many deaths
Apart from that, life was relatively good
In vain your bangles cast
Charmed circles at my feet;
I am Abiku, calling for the first
And the repeated time.
Must I weep for goats and cowries
For palm oil and the sprinkled ash?
Yams do not sprout in amulets
To earth Abiku's limbs.
So when the snail is burnt in his shell
Whet the heated fragments, brand me
Deeply on the breast. You must know him
When Abiku calls again.
I am the squirrel teeth, cracked
The riddle of the palm. Remember
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014
This week, Maria Ocheja shares an inspiring poem about life hurdles and experiences.
What I Learned
I have seen people drown in their own unshed tears
I have heard that even death cannot eradicate a fiery feud
I hear that people die in silence, but noise is still despised
Even a madman said we are all madmen chasing after the wind
This week's ZODML Poetry Corner features a poem on authorty, dictatorship and oppression by Adesuwa Uwanikhehi.
I am a man, mighty in valour
As I sit amongst my subjects
Who tremble at my feet
While I feast and dine with them
This week's ZODML Poetry Corner features a poem on love and despair for lost love by Adesuwa Uwanikhehi.
There we stood, arms locked
All around each other
Gazing into each others eyes
In a world of our own
In time memorial it seemed
Cupid had used her best arrows
Adding rhythm to the air
This week's ZODML Poetry Corner features a poem on the beauty of life. Do you write? Send your poems, short stories, book reviews and NYSC experience to [email protected] for a chance to be featured on our blog
Life is a word,
made of many groupings.
Words of sentiments,
Cowries hidden ripped upon by hoes,