Abdulganeey Stephen Asefon
one of the major ways of suppressing Societal ills,life experience, reality, bad governance and unfulfilled promise is Poetry.. I pursue it..
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Does Ogbáànje Cry?
The Cries Of The Ogbáànje. My mournful mother, From the window of the sky, I peeped my eyes, Feeding my innocent eyes on your tragedies. I saw your uncontrollable teardrops Falling down your cheeks like downpour, I saw you tore your aso ebí Like a fresh-mad man. When you heard I had gone back You cried out loud and barked, Like a trapped dog's wail. You rolled all over the dusty ground And you breathed in, the uprising dust. I wish, like my mates wished, not to leave you But fate and d...
The Broken Tears Of Africans.
The Broken Tears Of Africans (1) like a yam tendrils, in a rainy season, our euphoria grows amidst clans and boundaries, we hover over our village stream Where mouth sips,and faces beam, As we collect the waters in the calabash On our visage, sits perspiration fanned by deafening voice of drums, Thumping the dusty ground the old and young of our land, Why silence prevails the voice of the drums? Helter-skelter, our legs as they hear the fierce excretion of guns, Crowns fall,beads cut off ...
The Broken Tears Of Africans
The Broken Tears Of Africans (1) like a yam tendrils, in a rainy season, our euphoria grows amidst clans and boundaries, we hover over our village stream Where mouth sips,and faces beam, As we collect the waters in the calabash On our visage, sits perspiration fanned by deafening voice of drums, Thumping the dusty ground the old and young of our land, Why silence prevails the voice of the drums? Helter-skelter, our legs as they hear the fierce excretion of guns, Crowns fall,beads cut off ...
A Second Without Her!
a second pass without you, is a decade with me, burn your hours and age, Let's sit gently at the river's feet where we talk empire, their wins and defeats.
I want All Back.
I Want All Back.... I miss the old memories Wrapped by sudden maturity.. Lingering for the past moments When I danced to rhythm of rain with friends, Missing the ignorant time Where I wonder what laid in the clime I want back the dime That brought uncooked food to dine.. Yearning the foamy posterior That my head rested on, Missing the sumptuous food by beautiful fingers Oh beautiful fingers of my mother.... I want all back... Time, moment and friends that took me to tide #TheLivingPen. #ni...
My Pride.
Say No To Rape. Devour It Not. Like a time devours dense foliage Chipping its pulchritude away, Leaving behind a rag of shame That muds my name and fame, Let go of my hands, Gripped,struggling to claim my lands Strip not away the bark of the tree For it's all I see, No! like a boulder that budges not, Stand my fading voice against evil plot, My jaded voice shall thrill to north and west To put forced mating to death. #nircle #Poetrythatchangesminds #Poet #Asefon ©️The Living Pen.
Dream
Where we all lay our head and sleep doesn't matter.. what matters is the dream we all have... #Nircle #poetrythatchangesminds #Poetry #AsefonAbdulganeeystephen
Self-realization.
No one is better than you for you are a single commodity, only two goods can be compared...
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