Sokomba Esther
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Someone Called My Name As night gave way to morning And silence to the call of the wild Someone called my name Must have heard my name The birds in the air sang for joy The rain drops went rat -a-tat-tat As the wind whistled through it all The leaves on the tree branches danced to and fro As the branches swayed to the rhythm of nature’s finest tunes Again someone called my name And it sounds the same I prayed and wished it were you Fantasized and cherished those moments of truth Tears of ...
SALUTE TO MY MAJOR The battle line is drawn Initiators aren’t fighters with guns Their weapons lie in their pockets Their artilleries in briefcases And banks their armory Not just the soldiers fighting now Suppliers of arms and ammunitions vow Destroying the peace of a nation Young and intending to yield If only money could rule the world How bad would it have ruled? Now, they have lived to see How they have messed up land and sea Our fatherland has been soiled and sold to horror, Pain fea...
A warrior to the end Gaining new grounds by the day Now the strength no longer aim or fire Static machine guns of no significance Termites now a battalion to conquer A fight to the end Dare to challenge the dead Where is your victory? With helmets and boots on carcass The strength no longer aim or fire Waiting for the last order Or standing by to blast another Orders never to be given Compliance running to zero This was once a hero Regalia gradually decaying Fighter long given in But the final...
When Duty Calls I am good to go In the heat of it I reserved my wit My closest friend is under my arm This friend snifs out life from foes Clutching it as I wonder in the deep Wicked serenity, the wild already flee I am a replacement for the beasts Shooting and slewing like them Living in trenches and camouflage For days without a meal or a wash Is this me? As cruel as one with furs This minute of reality I fear Then the frenzy of power and vigour Takes over the next As much as my throat ca...
Dancing to unknown tunes The waves of life twirl me around Swaying and winning me round and round Though I hear not the beats On closing my eyes… and opening it to reality I try to gain my balance But too deep in it I dance to a beat unknown Followed the tunes The sound at home is deafening A foreign rhythm stole my heart Am taking my steps One Then the other You dare to be odd The rowdiness on the stage is choking The dance seem never ending I skid I stand to find my way home Then the sou...
The Road Scene Just a loud bang and they all came to a halt! Everyone looked at the car and the van holding hands ‘It is the car at fault!’ Oh no! ‘The van was wrong!’ The van is forced open by a wounded leg Hopping round the ‘two’ Finally settling down in pain No form of relief anywhere near So many voices heard Very little said and non-listened to ‘Where are you going to?’ ‘Look at my car!’ ‘You ruined your car; you mend it for all I care’... Rants... more rants Th...
Two sides There are two sides to it as there are to a story There are two sides to Pulling a cord The right that is right and the left that may have left Grudges may be left Lest a rancor in view Something that occurred not once nor twice And none to assure that instance Two can play pull this cord And that begat a discord From styles that degenerate to a disagreement then argument Erupting from a form of disgust, insecurity or neglect Greed lack of care or insincerity To generate distrust m...
Man is a religion People put their all in man Said that and he promised this Holding on to stuffs that can’t save Hold man in high esteem And call them great names that befits a deity Assign him role that goes with position Hand him the baton He sees himself a god Sets himself aside Takes the place of the one who made all So the lesser ones bow to worship him He enforces his will Invoke fear Drunk with power Forgetting the one who can kill the soul Why won’t the downtrodden wish him dea...
A slave is a child Originally someone's child forever someone's kind holding on to an heritage representing a lineage they deserve love and joy amidst wicked plots and ploy Coming through the canal of a mother bearing the mark of a father sibling to one or the other hero of a clan without border liking the pains as he grows older having no choice till hereafter place and distance may change love and name may be altered portion may not come as claimed the labour may not stop the pains the chil...
Zuma rock Niger State Nigeria #tourism #zumarock
Zuma rock Niger State Nigeria #tourism #zumarock
When that tomorrow finally comes Where would we be tomorrow? What would we do tomorrow? Hopes were heightened as lads That tomorrow will be ours When that time finally comes We will lead and conquer tomorrow The knowledge we have acquired The skills we chose Become instrument to refill our pockets Standing well balanced on our feet Standing out All the grooming and schooling Will bring forth fruits in due season Putting us on the stage of stardom Empowering us with the wisdom of king Solomon...
SLUMBER NOT FATHER Slumber not father The field you tendered has grown thorns Our farmland; overrun and overgrazed The mountains are sold out and The plains are on lease Slumber not father Your son, Prodigal is here The roads you threaded are now death traps and potholes Your vision an illusion The dream is gradually fading away Slumber not father Lies; our lingua franca Aliens have taken over the land Who’s to blame when we throw stones at the market place How do we tell the generation t...
#Poetry On heaven's gate I knock striving to make it in there was an easy access before now father made me with all the love giving all and all that I need that which would kill, He held back ignorance came as truth this serpent wants me to follow the path to destruction I did, I missed it Then a second plan for me was He who came as man to reconcile me with the father with His life a contract once rvocked was renewed His death; my birth His blood my ticket His resurrection my assurance I kn...
Amala and Abula My journey is of food through the gut Looking through the window seemed yet an eternity Reminiscing family dinner on Saturdays As tongues adventure with indigenous recipes This racing tummy will get home before my very own body The thought of Amala and Abula Home here I come! The worms in the middle belt getting more desperate than my oesophagus If I ever missed home; I missed mums cooking The sweet aroma from her gbegiri made me swallow but saliva A...
#POETRY PRECIOUS DEAR HOME Home precious dear home Not alone is being at home Not the rules and not the faces But the smiles and the peace Even if the heart is not borne naked You can tell who is the wicked Need not lay on a royal feathery bed or Be covered with a velvety fur blanket A cup of hot tea from mama when you are cold Papas pat on the back when you have a hold Though making promises isn’t fulfilling them Love is not a hidden factor at home Suspicions may reduce the fra...
#POETRY Death You come alone then go with a clone the souls you take you can not make the pain you cause May reign for we discuss of all sting yours is the Bing a while and the thought of you enough to scare but a few some will quiver others will shiver but the wise got it all over that even as we slumber your ownership is vain for the one who was slain took it all already your sting is now numb as you keep your followers dumb your strength lies only in the dark there you usurp the mark your...
The unknown Royals
The horizon beckons with new possibilities. Stand tall, breathe deep, and step forward into the unknown. 🌅🚶♀️
Anger Have you seen the peak? A brawl We dish it; someone is hurt….. The thought And response Or none Discovery Falsehood unveiled Betrayal… Lies, anger, a fight Sorrow, hurt, disgust Response, action, the gap To see, to hear…smell or feel Bringing to the bear A burdened heart… The brain gets it The liver senses it Unexpected guilt … Love comes in Understanding Forgiveness… Apologies My take Your stake Joy quenches the flame The heart longing to rebuild Bridges rebuild No ...
#Poetry #Poem The sniff A heavy heart needs to be lightened A light heart needs to be heightened I am not the man I want to be I have heights I wish to gain A man needs a booster And I need that booze tan; My image, my ego and my strength, Require polishing With the sniff A cloud of a new world over me I perched on the mountaintop The lion I have become I emerge a Goliath Then… Then I began to diminish all over again The eagle sought a pen I go down to Lilliput Then down six feet History...
Deviations The mind deviates from the face Why the contrast? Isn’t it true that the face express The content of the mind So why do the smile when sad? Why do we cry when we really aren’t sad? Why do we not see what we really see? How do we love those we really hate? Why would you stay with me all day Then tell false stories about me? Why do we gossip? Why the envy; hate Why do we say we are full When in the real sense We are hungry? Who do we deceive or cheat? Why are kids what they...
The monster we raised We raised the giant that trails us We made a monster with thorny furs Blood means no more than water Water in itself a luxury No longer bearing the name portable People begging for a sip from the mud Those who claimed they care for the masses Whose wealth now made them better than us? You sell your soul to mammon Who leave you with nothing but a stone for a heart? Promised them a good life Only to come to suck out the frail life Yes we all dance to the tune ...
#Poetry The pensioner’s melancholy Even when I have laboured for now Do I have to savor at dawn? We strived and toiled Sailed through the wild Atlantic I am a stage in this epic Sweated and drained out muscles With the strength that was stern My breadth may now seize Yet a nation that seize it Planning the rain is not perfect To predict the yield is farfetched Even if the mind is ageless It is presumed old Old but experienced Old but not stupid My kneels are weak now Toilsom...
Amala and Abula My journey is of food through the gut Looking through the window seemed yet an eternity Reminiscing family dinner on Saturdays As tongues adventure with indigenous recipes This racing tummy will get home before my very own body The thought of Amala and Abula Home here I come! The worms in the middle belt getting more desperate than my oesophagus If I ever missed home; I missed mums cooking The sweet aroma from her gbegiri made me swallow but saliva Am...
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#Poety My Light what can I do without you? I follow where you lead I gain knowledge though your lead my quest for fulfilment depend so much your display of companionship so many go alone without you some wish they had you I long to go without you in life who am I to do so my lines must be kept so this light that keep the lights of nature shinning in all we do when the crack or break give you a break I have no choice but make a new friend even if trend transform your look, the things you do do ...
