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.

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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.

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,