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Deserted

 

Deserted

Deserted to death

From homes the fathers wrestled 

With vigor and pride

Running to no where 

To camps of refuge unsafe 

From herders that roam and shepherd with guns

Deserted by the man 

The man at the centre with might 

To the hands of raging grablers 

Running to death from death 

To disease that caught unaware in an epidemic 

For the home is unsafe 

The centre is unsafe 

The village is made desert 

For all are a prey to the bandit and guns

COVID -19 Series

Rethinking the world

Like a glimpse
It is living with us

Within a peek
the change is here

our wold is paused
and the fear lives with us

so we share smiles
and hope that tomorrow wakes clashing today

With rare passion
We clutch the new order

So we watch the moments pass by
And learned though the times

It is a hard reality on our hands
That time and efforts will conquer

#Jimin
7.5.2020 COVID 19 series

Muted

The world

The songs

The streets

Markets

The pubs and café

The temples and synagogues

So if I write again….

Horror is walking the streets

The pain in far lands

Now walks near us

Yet our streets are teeming

Yet far for our sake

Our song is louder

For fear can only silence us a while

All is muting

So, we save our world

From the tiny droplets

Wrecking the space

Let all mute

Let the song go low

Until the sunrises again

We will amplify the stolen freedom

Jimin 7.4.2014

Thoughts from Lockdown

This owa Naija

This is owa Naija

See as them the look us

We look mad or we dey mad?

How come we get plenty but dey like this ?

Even the one thin we been get don the waka: PEACE

See as everyone dey fear and the run with plenty IDP camp

E go better Na our song

yeah our song

We no go give up for us

So today ma, we go dance

We are Nigeria and we go push our kokomoto for beta tomorrow  

Them dey chop our money

Yes, with pen and paper

Them dey fuel fight sef but wetin we know !

Na our Nigeria ,We die here e go beta

We dey together do beta

If we no celebrate, wetin we gain

But see Oga at the top, we want beta life for our country

Naija carry better, make una jus work make e reach everyone

Make we chop, we children go school

Make we get beta road and hospital wen person sick

Na too mush we ask?

We don the old oh

Jungle don suppose mature pass like this

Make we buid for we children

Make we ma make

Them no dey collect N20 again oh, them don old too now na N50 and above

Them the beat people like cow come even lock them sef

But we get power? Even the ones wey our thumb carry come we get ?

Even those ones with salary wey get potbelly

We fit question them

Kai ! We don suffer

Our matter plenty

We be strong people with plenty gifts

We go push but kai make the 4 years come go

We 60 years show, make e beta for every naija person

As e the hot !!!

Nigeria @59

Sontyo Jimin

30.9.2019

Ashamed

Ashamed of Today?

On the sand of time

My mind hovered, for their names are bare

Aper Aku, Adasu,  Tarka, Tofi, Ianna, Awuna,A.A Ikyese, Golozo, Mama Kunu, Sam kpako

Perhaps where I live to live today

And I hope for times when our history of Gemade, Akume , Ayu, Saror, Hagher, Suswam, and  Ortom is recounted

Today may be today

Meshed in rising internet of things

Yet they so live and live

From cassettes to  CDs have Golozo , Tondo Kombur and co lived

With words like a just sharpened sword today and tomorrow they live again

So I kept Vigil at JS Tarka play pitch

So we yearned for children’s and independence day

I could perch their thoughts of old ways and the monument they left

Building to a new world ‘globalization’ and thinking deeply of us

But years and an antiquity I can’t see them growing to yearn

Wrecked like war thronged terrains so are the LGEA even in the rescue of SUBEB

So once waxing of yesterday have thronged today

Dreamed and nursed to live in CCG,Tofi and KCC

Have raised millions to a new world worse thronged by yesterday?

Let’s pause and shame

Even for those deep lines of hate and torture by mere Tiv lineage?

Shitile , sankera,  Tongov , kusuv, shorov , jenmbagh to Jechira ……

Are these ones not blood?

Yet they have no shield of peace but pain by sword, guns, destruction and death

Like wide fire now, welcome us to vacant homes

I look and look at Sankera, ravaging in gallows

For example

The history repeats, wrapped and served like “atemtyough”?

If only guns fallowed, would the names we name be living?

What if we hold the arrows? And refuel to serve the world the best Tiv meal?

I am pained and ashamed of today

Nevertheless, I join the queue to stand up

For a revolution of time

Altogether, let us start again

Than remain slaves to stomach infrastructure

If Benue were a Book

Benue

If I were to author a book titled
Benue
My thoughts will shatter
like glass bow to stones

If Benue were a book
I will write over 1976 pages
With such pain and struggle
To place the food basket where you were to be

I will spill the unwritten toils and feat
That feed the nation in every paragraph
North South East and West
Even to the wars that held the Midline

If I were to read the book, Benue
I will keep the lessons at 42
The pains and soul of the head
That has led you to ruins in every chapter

I will cry again at your untapped river-Benue

I will read loud the pages
That recount the agony
Of cries from farm lands to resting places and camps
for these lessons may recreate tomorrow

If we see them in today

May be I will wish Aku had stayed longer

For his memory lingers in every pleasing eulogy

For I wish I would borrow the ideas you lay there 6 inches below

For they have not taken your baseline to today

In every phrase or clause your few tongues would show deep cuts

If Benue were a book
If I were to author you
I will write a story of shreds from rising glory
And erase the pages with tragedy

I will stay on the banks of river Benue

And let all my tears wash your pains away with the water

...............
Thoughts from Poetry and Passion

Shattered but Pushing

Split Emotions

I basked the tendons of passions
I questioned my emotions
And split the shots
That held the fury

My emotions were swept
But I held my passion to ransom
And Staked the fondness
of my nerve

The words ran
in their mood of passion
But couldn't hold them
like a flood of tears

I gashed
I gasped
I sighed
Freedom emotions!

Randoms Passion