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…Calvary Walk…

…Calvary Walk…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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“Elohim it is I your only son that calls”

“Great prince of the heaven is now weak and so falls”

But Gabriel’s gentle voice can be heard from afar:

“Strength to the king who will win the morning star”

 

“This cross I carry is not what makes me weak”

“It is the hate in the eyes of those whose salvation I seek”

But Michael was quick to remind the tired God

“Before Yahweh and his elders you agreed to toss your crown into mud” Continue reading →

…It’s Your Day…

…It’s Your Day…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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Out of 365 days of the year there is one day when everyone is a celebrity

On that day you are the star of your own dream; sign your autograph for your fans

Numerous Facebook write-ups all announcing the anniversary of your birth

Today Mummy remembers the theatre room, the pains and then the joy of the gift that is you. Continue reading →

…Withered Petals…

…Withered Petals…

By: Kay Kay

Level: 1

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Never have I forced myself to get such a gorgeous price

So enticing, yet so many nominate me as the most beautiful

Never have I experienced such hatred, jealousy and spite

Yet people wake up one morning to detest an innocent creation, oh so hateful

 

I’m a flower with gorgeous petals that wither

Because of the thorns in the garden

Thorns that have pierced through my soul

On the branches of a blossomed tree is a beautiful rose

At the foot of a growing tree, withered petals fallen

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…Loveless…

…Loveless…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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It’s like a dance which starts slow and gradually builds up to a peak

Two strangers do the dance of the dark until both are weak

I love my darling so much yet I don’t remember the name

My sweetheart said a lot of things that I forget after I came

 

I am with my lover, but I still need a lover

Why I feel more alone now I wonder

I kiss with my eyes wide open to see that this is wrong

But that person grabs my mike and continues the song Continue reading →

…Blank Stare…

…Blank Stare…

By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)

Level: 1

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Blank…that’s all I see

I’m staring but my sight has been zipped into a space only consciousness knows

My stare is as straight as the ruler that measures the shape of my worries bouncing off the geometric walls of thoughts

I become one with my thoughts, a prism, gliding through the planes of life trying to find a balance Continue reading →

…How Do Colours Feel…

…How Do Colours Feel…

By: Akpan-Nya, Alexandra Emem

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Is WHITE cool and silky?

Is white cold and hard?

Does it take pride in its purity or crave to be some other hue?

Trapped in woolly water as it floats in the sky, does it dream?

Does it exist solely to give light to others?

It may seem unfriendly, but I think white is very lonely.

Perhaps it longs to be a little less stark.

Maybe, just maybe, it wants to be dark. Continue reading →