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Anthony Cosmas
@bluehabit
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2018-01-30 04:55
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Wallet
bluehabit
photography
8y
WALL OF PAIN
Here in jamaare, pasted on the walls are images of the conquest of the Nigerian Army against boko haram terrorists. The punishments, the drilling and even the gruesome deaths meted to them are showcased.
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poetry
8y
THE DARK PLATEAU
When smoke rises Weaker Bodies become the logs that sent dark message through the flames Today the vultures licked red yogurts in the batter'd skulls of our fathers and their heirs Today hundred of hopeful
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poetry
8y
SLAVES OF FREEDOM.
When they came with their supposed modernity, didn't we have our ways? Victims of deception we were Assimilating all the odds that killed us Yet we uttered nothing. A time came when we were resurrected
bluehabit
nigeria
8y
STOP THE KILLINGS ON THE PLATEAU
How did I get here? How did my streets turn red? When did lives stop mattering? I've been been asking these questions but yet no answer There is blood on my streets Darkness looms about me. Children are
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poetry
8y
Sound The Horn
Out of many, one tree To give breath to dust of defeat; Formed there, at the centre of a large hatred To hold communion with the bleeding deep. Let the horn be sounded to the distant palaces; Tell them,
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story
8y
Convicted
He wakes up early from bed, says his morning prayers, has his bath, irons his rented suit and prepares for school. In all excitement, he dresses his bed, few hours from now he will be a graduate of mathematics
bluehabit
poetry
8y
Stuttering Rain
The cloud sits in the sky like a sad policeman it's tail dangling like a madman haircut bedraggled by drizzle The wind wander in space like a lost caravan her breeze hooking like an old mobile phone trapped
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poetry
8y
When The Spark Fizzles Out
Those coy longing looks Are replaced by furtive, cold stares Fine dust has settled on the books And silence emanates from the stairs. Why do they speak of love When we're whispers away from hate? Why are
bluehabit
poetry
8y
DID YOU KNOW?
There's something hot like fire Something bitterly like quinine Something hard like a diamond Or even bigger than heaven? Did you know, Like electric it shock in mind And approach like shark attack, Its
bluehabit
poetry
8y
I AM A BRIDGE
With a joy of elevated thoughts Soft and gentle plodding I prefer Canorously humming to please thy soul For thy acquaintance... Untrim I won't now and ever I'd spruce up to make thee proud I am a bridge
bluehabit
poetry
8y
Dear Alien, Kill yourself!
Beware, those of you who commit felony; you who mortgage what your spouses fear and dilute your harmony. The pen, the one that writes in this virtual world must be blamed; it has exposed you to certain
bluehabit
poetry
8y
Now, Here, Everywhere.
When we were kids, our english teacher taught us that war is an abstract noun, we believed her. We were not sure what to believe then. Father told us that kids are listeners, they are not to ask questions.
bluehabit
poetry
8y
The Tomorrow From The Past
Let me sit you down and tell you a tale Of how they built a nation of greenery With the bullets that gagged their vocals And the smokes that smouldered with their souls. Let me remind you of a yesterday
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nigeria
8y
Nigerian Dream
Scavengers we are Scavenging crusts of the Nigerian cake Baked with Despair, bitters and gall Munching with pain and proud choicelesness Hustlers we are Hustling the stern Nigerian maze Bumpy, thorny,
bluehabit
poetry
8y
The Candle In The Sky
It's a memorable day That will always stay In my mind everyday Relentlessly I'll pray To resight it right away It's purest Sunday tonight Whilst the globe was in bright, Shone by the stars' light I saw
bluehabit
poetry
8y
AMERICANA
Americana, Welcome back o I heard you just returned After spending six full moons in the Oyiboland. Americana, I heard upon your arrival, The heart of the city worshipped the bread you brought I heard
bluehabit
poetry
8y
THE SUNSET
Cock crows and watch stops... One message comes to my little mind. The demise of a mirror. Shortly an announcement came, The driver of my life is gone. . He has struggle with death, Long time ago-With
bluehabit
poetry
8y
Shadow of Guilt
These words have broken the hearts of men and untamed this boiling emotional spring, flowing in turbulent currents through the darkness of my mind. These words are weepings of distant memories that travelled
bluehabit
poetry
8y
Serene Night
Still night with light sky smiling with the glorious moon-tition. Heavy eyelids dropped the body on the sofa. Midnight will tell a conscious body how tiredness spiked the cozy of a good rest.
bluehabit
poetry
8y
MUSINGS OF MAMA AFRICA
It's a breathtaking dawn, promising a beautiful morning filled with bright rays of sunshine. Deep down the cradle of civilization, Mama Africa stirs, and gently wakes up her children. She looks over them,
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