Documente Academic
Documente Profesional
Documente Cultură
of the
Unvoiced
Poems by JINGII (Emmanuella Nduonofit)
NIGERIA
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Future Nigerians, keep on struggling
Battle not to enter into smuggling
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RAIN
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Hail, ye humans!
God is crying
Ceasing all forms of fun
Ending happiness
Wonder and ponder why
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THE BANQUET AND THE FUNERAL
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Understanding and Sacrifice
Wisdom and Knowledge
Justice and Love
Tranquillity, Glee, Happiness
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SOME COURTESIES!
He walks up to me.
“I love you,” says he.
He displays his teeth.
There’s bad breath beneath.
So quickly I flee.
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ALONE
Alone
Alone under the wild, wide weather
Being taken care of, like a feather
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THE SIMPLE STORY
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He gives everyone His Blessings
And on those with special gifts
The proud shall be humbled
And the lowly He lifts
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And we deserve to sing His Praise
Let all songs come from within
For it is God and His Son we should raise
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But they knoweth not that deep inside
Satan used them as beasts
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“In My Name, you shall do wonders
And all shall turn to Me
Be blessed with the Holy Spirit
For It shall guide your paths fearlessly.”
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AS I SLEEP
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LIFE OF THE DEAD
They rise
and wait
in the skies.
A chronic wait.
Then,
some go back,
some tumble down,
and some continue.
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A WANDERER (1)
My shirt
has torn armpits.
My trousers,
a pair of dregs,
a pair of oblivion.
My waistcoat,
bitten,
chewed,
spat out.
I wander inside of me
Sordid scars on my manly muscles
My hubris on a minimum
My once-attractive face...
I wander
Time, a dragger
went like speedboat
Shallowless beneath,
I sing your praises,
dance to your tunes,
I, a prodigal.
The dog in me
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is a Judas.
The things I see,
a Jezebel.
Slowly I wore
a perennial mask
of a smile.
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QUICKSAND
So mauve a land it is
Bedecked with diadems and semistones
From up descends the taciturn tears
To make it tidal
And glisten with light black lustre
In the nothingness hangs an awkwardness
That create tense surges of fervour
Sand, quick!
Entrap and capture thy victims
In ravenous quest
Like a patient prowler
It is just raw sacrifice
A gumption of fresh flesh
And inorganisms
Droplets from leaves encourage the ground thus
Imprint of the Kora princess
That He sculpts with art and finesse
Glint of the Camak trinket
That tempt and deceive Man
Sand, quick!
Delicately engrave them
They have found a home
Showers of informal baptism
Invites an ebony colour
Yet with ivory undertones
Curvaceous waterways form
And they are cleansed, bathed
Under dank illumination
Until, at last, the Inti shines
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To glorify
From miles in depth
The antara is heard
And the earth is hardened once again
To welcome a grassy stadium
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A WIFE OF A PRIEST
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till doomsday,
two look-alike issues within her
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MUTANT
There he is
There he goes
There he stands
Grass cutter for a populace of glamour
butchers the savannah for the sake
of a pulchritudinous world,
searches for everything, searches for nothing
Dew on his injured clothes
Little it does to conceal his burden,
filled with lemon yellow sap and snow white pus
Overlooked,
Observed in somnolence,
clutches this abhuman fallacy,
his left leg, Lucifer-owned, still moving,
puts countenance to the earth
Came a day
he was called,
embalmed in debris and soiled entrails,
a mutant no more.
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ON PAPER
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THE PARCEL
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I SEE THEM
In an atmosphere
dominated, domineering
I see them; infantile, still teething
I am underneath their powers
I am beyond their awesomenesses
The Gbaingbain
who, when snowflakes sailed gently down,
heard noises of pianos and drums
Were (he) to choose,
he'll listen to the voice
and hear the call of the River Nun
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smelt the passion flower
and after climbing the bridge
did reach heavensgate
But thee, O weaverbird, flew away
at August late – and returned never
after the blare of the sirens
I now know the limits
of those silent distances
right there at Ekwegbe
where the labyrinths withered and faded
and left behind paths of thunder
Cannot stay I
in the world of the Ogun-s
Cannot I be
a Rotimian
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and met a feather woman of the jungle)
I in genuflect
on corrosive ground
stretch out these arms
and request for the wings
to soar to that era so urbane
and touch the oil bean
In this trend
the thrilling lights and brimming nights
of this artmosphere
can never end
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Amen
A WANDERER (II)
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Away, better
Than me.
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AN AFRICAN PATRIOT
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A WANDERER (3)
In a dark
thick as Egypt night
I walk through mud and mire
and hear the flowers groan for food
I might go international perhaps
but the masquerader approaches
the Pharisee arrives
The air is minute
The ground is certain
The dust is real
This is a fundament!
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FOR THE PRODIGALS
All must worship their Chukwu, praise their Olorun and Allah
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THE CONFRONTATION
FIRST MAN
Yes! Here arrives the blessed hour!
Most of my abokis greet me Squire
Eyes on me! Everyone would admire
For I am endowed with such power
Above all races I happen to tower
Big, mighty positions I like to acquire
To prepare for the political crossfire
If I win, what blessings I shall shower!
You both know how good is my health
I am so famous and popular an Alhaji
And I see you two fighting for the Stool
So great a man with great wealth
Now I say unto you, Quick! Tashi!
For I and my people are to rule
SECOND MAN
Here I come, the one and only articulate
For my race is colossal, a mighty mass
Yes! Our Olorun has made us the most great
And our marriage is simple: a lad, a lass
We can so freely inform and educate
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And we are blessed with land and bass
In so many ways we can communicate
And we have plenty of brass
Yet can we be violently passionate
Die by the knife, those who trespass!
All ye aliens we will execrate
Jadé! Maa-lo! you ten-faced ass!!
So, this tribe can nobody underrate
Do not dream of ruling this State
THIRD MAN
The doors of our homes are never shut
And we shower on everyone traditional love
Our salutations are done with the kolanut
And our gratitude goes to the white dove
We all breathe with one Big Heart
Our back-up is the mighty Azikiwe
Even though so many things fell apart
We have the guidance of the Most Igwe
So listen up, every eastern adult and kid!
We even own the proud leaves of the ugu
Anyhow, anyway, we always get our quid
We worship and glorify the One Chukwu
So you see? We are so giant, so fertile
But you both are so puerile – so sterile!
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TYPICAL FEMALE
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And so, she was finally owned by a man
WE WERE CLOSE
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TORN
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A Silent gatecrasher
Very stealthy In his creep
His omnipresence Not Felt
He Journeys within On tiptoe
and leaves Footprints Undetectable
He is a Pulverizer Unique
immunity? – No
Accept The fragrant Arms
of Demise.
He cannot be Killed
He can Only be stopped
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I early sail to school
secured the rope withered round my trousers
I write with pencil blunt
I look at teacher with eyes squint
We go – I go
to come back again
ceteris paribus
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WHAT IS POLITICS?
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FELLOW MEN AND WOMEN, I WANT YOU TO NOTE
THAT POLITICS MUST NOT VIOLATE YOUR RIGHT TO
VOTE
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THE EMPTY LOOK
She saw me –
and that look,
filled with nothing,
kept me.
I held my breath,
my eyes unsteady
as Somus reigns
I made sure he reigned
Why am I here
in their midst?
I held my breath…
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Then, her eyes smiled
I smiled
Hers infectious
that called me
I cradled her,
and we slept off
together
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SEMITRIBUTE
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BUTTERFLIES IN NIGERIA
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MY WISHES
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A COMMONER
No life
No hope
No future
But a dream
that must come true
and become an ivory tower
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COURTESAN OF NIGERIA
O naira!
Why scald me in
the recess – the abyss sweet to make
me prefer kobos?
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An innocuous look for the wealth-amassers:
the Alhajis, the Chiefs, the titled, the MPs, the PSs, legislators
This fosters desire and pay
But, a mother?
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MAN WITH AMULET
A man
Of great penetration
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OHAMADIKE’S SCHOOL
He rules
stronger than the stooge before him
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OHAMADIKE
the world knows
that you are a strong man
and you rule a strong school
a strength of unestimatable depth
but one goes well after graduating from this orientation camp,
this school of Ohamadike
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TO PLANT AGAIN
She is
wombless, without milk
flesh removed from the chest
hair made short
features hardened with crease
and bones made powerful
thus, muscles
and a deep voice...
He is
long-haired and smooth-faced
no protuberant bone at the throat
and fluidless bosoms
sweet speech
beautiful hips
thus, shapely
with steps full of grace and space...
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All plastic, the colour of faded snow
Eyeless, but how could it see me?
No nose, yet how could it smell my presence?
I greeted it
It greeted back, technology flowing inside that feminine voice
It produced a smile, female lips
It became a She in my mind
Way taller than me, but she took me to a place
A place I had always wanted to go to:
My future:
The world of my books
I lived with them
I died in them
A book of me was then created as my grave
And on the simple epitaph: THIS IS ME.
Is it a dream, or...?
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THE PICTURE HAS AGED
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The mother of my mother
I am her last
If only she knew me...
But she left and I came
Now, I can only look at her
Touch her
And not feel her,
The sixth wife and the best,
In the picture that has aged
and is ageless
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IN THIS LAND
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their stench cleverly concealed behind costly scent,
smiles stretching distort in the salaam
The uncircumcised demi-gods, Imam-high
while heat booms from the konkosa
O cherishable cow milk and guinea corn
in calabash.
O President –
the minorities run their own races dear
no victor, no vanquished
with their fouls and fairs
with their laws and lies
with their wins and woes –
you leader in smear-white garment
you saint of these sins,
control us in democraze
for psyche chaos will arrive gradually
and talks no longer carry voice
in this land...
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DENOUEMENT
O NIGERIA:
behind the mask of a lion,
short-wrappered, jaguar-skinned
and a matchet the blade of samurai sharpness.
What’s the texture of cow milk and guinea corn,
the mmiri and mmanya made impotent,
like asoebi in the dark?
Na Gwo De, Allah!
The Scales have fallen
and rain shall soon come
to burn us all
TWI-TWI-TWI, go the owners of the air
The Eagle:
To follow the footsteps of A WANDERER
unprepared for THE CONFRONTATION;
THE EMPTY LOOK for BUTTERFLIES IN NIGERIA
O how it soars the sky!
Bird of birds
TWI-TWI-TWI
The hawk:
THE SIMPLE STORY is
there was RAIN
and WE WERE CLOSE
AS I SLEEP, I became a MUTANT
Everything was written down ON PAPER
and tucked firmly in THE PARCEL.
TWI-TWI-
The falcon:
ALONE,
living the LIFE OF THE DEAD
and sunk in QUICKSAND –
I SEE THEM
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in OHAMADIKE’S SCHOOL
and pay SEMITRIBUTE,
AN AFRICAN PATRIOT that I am.
TWI-
Obribong has come
Eke-Orie-Afor-Nkwo, intones the dibia
and protection has come to the land.
How many flyers fill the air –
the Nebulous Void will accommodate.
There!
All cocooned in
this web of
songs of no
voice but
power.
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