poems poetry Africa

A big drop of tear by Obinna Chilekezi You left on my pillow That your big drop of tear An indelible mark Of your smile turned sour I tried last night to erase it And it turned red and blood As it stared colourlessly at me Drawing...

This is December by Obinna Chilekezi Laughter runs through the season ahead as marigold flowers smile their way with yellow teeth along bush paths In this smiling season A drunk dressed festive staggers homeward Strutting and smiling Like the marigolds A moony dog barks and barks at the drunk Who in bleeding...

Rainbow by Obinna Chilekezi Stars shift in their sockets and the birds no singsong still distressing the stone terrace with winds fanning downward and upward. After that heated noon the rains bathe the sky and the sky smiles widely appreciating the rainbow that was born. Good morning, birds by Obinna Chilekezi Kuku...

Last night I dreamt by Obinna Chilekezi ~ Last night I dreamt I saw a ghost Me in your bedside And I the tear on the mask You the idle handkerchief In the hand of the bystander It hurt somehow To embark on a journey You know that you couldn’t...

But I have to leave (A Poem) by Obinna Chilekezi ~ A fine Sunday morning A bird and his mate at my window Singing songs of love together This country is Full of pretty feathers And aviary songs, I love her But the taxi's outside Waiting, and I have to leave These...

Early morning rain (Updated)  It rained heavily this morning With showers, strong winds and sandstorm And the wind with big strong hands shaking everything At sight. There I perched. It rained, strongly And a bird in its apartment is drenched But it continues to sing sweet songs...

Opiate Gift by Teetea ~ Crafty to a catnip had we stalked To the same cabal and their clowns All our votes to the treasured deck As we gathered for their opiate gift. ~ A few handshakes of rice and bills We gave out our powers in present past And...

 The Bandit Clan ~ Hell should have known they were just a bandit clan! Clambering on board Another Presidential Change' All their weapons of mass diminution -to the last of the golden goose- Have ravaged our very common wealth Upon their vain ambition's vault   Why must we then, so commending them,...

Silent and Present Africa - Sikhe Camara Because I kept quiet You think I have nothing to say Because I do not look You think that I have nothing more to see Because I do not cry out You think I no longer have anything in...