I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies' lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet...
Mothers! the ones we had in those days They were mothers of reference and reverence The ones we knew then are Nation-building mothers... The ones we had then were Ransom-payer...
Drumbeats, Dawn met her again on her rickety stool. Her eyes had seen what her mouth would always whisper; Was it Ashake's adoption (Aye! That was her name - The...
Drumbeats, The booming voice of the silent gods, Their will has been enacted; Sacrifice was made in flesh, blood And Ashake's Maidenhead. Alade threw a huge tantrum But the gods...
Time stretched like acres of farmland And the North star soon lost its twinkle. The dews dropped like soaked balls of fluffy cotton, The day was unproductive like the other....
Drumbeats, The voice of the silent gods. Papa is still without, digging trenches And mama fried akara balls At the village outskirt. The insistent pounding of the drum Caused my...
While they played she like a nun in her mother's den learned with difficulty To make a home and to keep it learned under crude tutoring From the cradle to...
She gazes into his distant thoughts as the mane of her flames sway in his haste. Captured by the silence of her victim- She mourns his taste. She etches into...
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