READ: Song Of Sorrow 1 And 2 By Kofi Awoonor

READ: Song Of Sorrow 1 And 2 By Kofi Awoonor - (IMAGERY) It's important...

Born on March 13, 1935, Kofi Awoonor was a Ghanaian poet and author well-known for combining the poetic traditions of his native Ewe with contemporary and religious symbolism to create a unique form of writing. He died after sustaining injuries during the attack by Somali militant group, al-Shabaab at Westgate shopping mall in Nairobi, Kenya on September 21, 2013.

“Song of Sorrow 1 and 2 is a pessimistic poem. It is a dirge in which the living blame the ancestors for the hardship and difficulties that their departure has left behind. Much of

Have You Read this Poem: Harvest Of Corruption By Frank Ogbeche

We really need to read Harvest Of Corruption By Frank Ogbeche, it's important

Lets discuss two of the most vital themes in Harvest Of Corruption by Frank Ogodo Ogbeche. We all know that this is a drama set in Jacassa to show how greed leads to the abuse of privileges and power. There are two factions; the evildoers versus the evil-fighters.

Getting to the themes, we have:

(1) Corrupt Practices and the end results:-
It obvious in the drama, Chief Haladu Ade-Amaka took the privilege of being the Minister for External Relations as a reason to get greedy. With false promises and illicit enticements, the chief gathered people to be his "pawns"; the likes of Aloho, Ochuole, Madam Hoha, Justice Odili, the Police Commissioner, etc.
By the time the drama will draw to close, every corrupt entities have got their

POEM - Have You Read: The Battle Of Stamford Bridge By Laurence Binyon

Please Read: The Battle Of Stamford Bridge By Laurence Binyon, its all about poem and the love of it...
Enjoy bellow...

Haste thee, Harold, haste thee North!
Norway ships in Humber crowd.
Tall Hardrada, Sigurd’s son,
For thy ruin this hath done-
England for his own hath vowed.

“The earls have fought, the earls are fled.
From Tyne to Ouse the homesteads flame.
York behind her battered wall
Waits the instant of

Poem - Where Was My Papa - Must Read

Where was he?

Poem - Where Was My Papa - Must Read

Where was he when I journeyed
Through that fallopian runway?
He seemed to have released
Those millions and me in such a hurry!
Perhaps, groaned his satisfaction
Or cycled off without a worry.

Where was he since he closed
The door behind ?
Probably opening more doors;

The Christmas Murder - Must Read

This is the best you will always get here just read it all you must certainly learn something
As I grew up in a very small town where men still hoe the land and carry their burden on their head and back. I was once a king; a king to my kind. Though we were all owned; I ruled, just like my father before me. I am a descendant of the great Kwa, of the Kwa-dynasty. My name is Kwa-kio. I was one king with the largest brood in the whole of birdkind.

I had the most beautiful and great hens. If not for mankind, I would rule the world and nothing will stop me except my maker. At least that was what I thought; all I know now are faded dreams and stale memories of passions, of freedom, as I await the wrath of the human knife. The human knife: How would it feel? My friend Kuk has just been murdered. Though he was my friend for

If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas Onuh

The poem we have for you is titled ''If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas OnuhIf only dreams had wings''.

I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don’t stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds
If only dreams had wings,
I’d have met my man from Tokyo by now
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough
If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my

Poem - The Great Black Hunter

The poem we have for you here is titled  - The Great Black HunterMention it.

What bush meat I’ve not eaten?
Tiger, hare, deer or python
or squirrel, alligator, snail; my dad
was a good hunter
not with gun but with

Poem - Elegy To A Dead Friend

This is good poem for your refreshment, and it titled Poem - Elegy To A Dead Friend

Dimitris Nwabulu!
Open your ears or can’t you hear
the cockroaches in your cupboard
mourning your death?
Didn’t you see
the emissaries of heavenly stars
paid condolence last night?
They wished you weren’t dead.
How come you’re dead?
You fearless Dimitris Nwabulu!
We knew you to be

POEM: Take Charge Of Your Life

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This inspiring POEM is specially for you and to review to our readers 

the more understand and meaning of life.

The direction your circumstances fly
determines the way your life will reply.
What good is in bee that makes no honey?
What good is in you that can’t tame destiny?

A stagnant stream will be misused,
a broken pot will be

Read Poem: The Icon Of My Town

Read Poem: The Icon Of My Town

In the year nineteen ninety nine

A man clocked eighty eight years

With seventy seven cars

And sixty six houses

And fifty five firms

And forty four factories

And thirty three tenants

In his Lekki apartment

His twenty two trucks

Drove round my town

While his eleven wives

Were queen to

Read Poem - Like You By Rene Philombe

Read Poem - Like You By Rene Philombe

I’ve knocked your door
I’ve knocked your heart
for a worm sleep
for warmth
why ignore me?
Open up, my brother!…

Why ask me
whether I’m an African
whether I’m an American
whether I’m an Asian
whether I’m European?
Open up, my

Read Poem - Cosmic Environment Of Man

Read this poem with a focus mind. 

The earth

A bullet in a solar revolver,

That revolver made of
The sun
The planets
The satelites
The asteroids
The comet
The meteorites

The copulating galaxies
Of every human beings
I see your balls of

Read Poem - Jean

Read Poem - Jean

Read this poem with your mind to cope with it meaning...

Blue, why have you dominated?
tarpaulin, rigid, edgy_
iron buckle or of sort
cowboys syndromes
in laundry times

POEM: Is He Truly Gone? By Abiola Paul Oku-ola

Is He Truly Gone? By Abiola Paul Oku-ola

Read this poem direct from your mind and soul to get the deeper meaning...

You said he is dead
That you bullet pierced his head
His heart had stopped beating
His soul has no more place among the living
…Is he truly gone?

Heroes don’t die
Even when with

Read This Poem - In This Chess Life I’m Living...

Happiness left me with the jean of orgasm,

When cast the gambling dice of leisure tomorrow_
Oh, thank God! It’s Friday,
No work tomorrow,
Tomorrow Saturday with the fulcrum
To transpose from

Poem- My Babe

Poem- My Babe

Read carefully with your mind...


Babe, I no know whether you sabi say


You fine sotay, you fit kill man-pikin?


Your fine even neat pass


Eva water wey we dey drink,


Your eyes come dey shine like beer palor light,


Your hair come long like

Poem: If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas Onuh

Poem: If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas Onuh

Read this poem with clearer mind...

If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don’t stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I’d have met my man

POEM: Nonsensical Lines

POEM: Nonsensical Lines

Read carefully...

If you love rice and beans
Clap your hands
Pa! Pa!! Pa!!!

If you happy and you know
Raise your spoon
Pu! Pu!! Pu!!!

For

Poem: A Black Hunter

Mention it.
Read Poem: A Black Hunter

What bush meat I’ve not eaten?
Tiger, hare, deer or python
or squirrel, alligator, snail; my dad
was a good hunter
not with gun but with

Read Poem - Mongo Park and The African Prences

 Read Poem  Mongo Park and The African Prences

 Read carefully...

Some say the world is sphere
And hard like coconut.
Others took time to compare
The world to fragile things.
But believe it or not
The truth was later born
When a brave and skinny guy
With the name Mungo Park
Began the journey.
Aided with his wrist-band compass,
And a few slaves to aid his conquest,
His voyage brought him to Africa’s grass,
Where he hope to solve this natures test.
But little did this brave Scotish explorer know,
His life was about to take an unusual flow.
At the beautiful trees he steared,
Smiling to the birds
Talking to his mind in agreement
As he studied every single moment.
In the large heart of