When we knew we were menWe discovered we were nakedWhen we knew there are holes and cavesWe discovered we were homeless When we ate leavesWe didn’t know we can eat meatWhen we ate fruitWe didn’t know it has seed When we made typewritersWe didn’t know we could make computersWhen we made cars on the roadWe … Read moreDiscovery is Eternal
It will be a sunny dayAs time ticks in orderFlowers would blossomAfricans would be godsAnimals would be subjectInsects would run errands Computer would answer to the blacksTechnology would be cheap as okroBlack would be naturalAfrica would be enviedLove would inhabit the communityPresidents would be the servantPeople would ruleThe society would be our watchword There will … Read moreThe Raining Day
By Oloyi Kehinde Thompson A sun set at its beautiful dawnThis sun set so earlyLies before you was a beautiful future,The one hardwork and commitment has earned you You were growing to become an IrokoBut before you could grow to create your shadeYour blood was shed not in the theatre of warBut in reckless driving … Read moreAn Elegy for a Heroine
It rained in the desertBut thundered in the forestThe rain of hopeThe rain of liberty We heard it thunderWe saw it workWe renew our hope of tomorrowBecause we are the future Though, our society of unfreedomPolitically unfreeEconomically unfreeSociologically unfreeMentally unfreeWhen shall we be free? Freedom is coming tomorrowTomorrow, our night shall be bright as noonThe … Read moreFree the Unfree
In the AntarcticaWaters ice as the earthWeather neither changeHow humble are the penguins In the assembly of like mindedLove is energySacrifice is foodLife is oneTogether, we have conquered nature
The thought of the wise is productiveBut the products are hidden in men’s thoughtThe wise which stretches like the heavens in AfricaPasturing greener land in the westOh.. the wise men of the SaharaThe herdsmen of AfricaWhere have you been? You burden your mind with loads of thoughtAnd production is only in your thoughtThat’s why productivity … Read moreUnveiling the Hidden
She was a NigerianHer name was integrityIn the midst of lies,She was given national cake to protect. The cake of integrity‘The cake of our identityThe cake for the communityNow, the cake of everyone is missingWho moved the national cake? Ask the guardianAsk her brothersMaybe, we would ask the cakeIf the cake is found Thus, we … Read moreWho Moved Our Cake?
In Nigeria, we dreamtWe don’t want to Wake upIn Nigeria, we had nightmaresWe don’t want to sleep The Ibos sees Nigeria as a zooThey are tired of being cagedThe Yorubas plays political footballThey are tired of godfathersThe Hausas endures almajiriThe cabals have no rivalry I think we must go back to sleepBecause the dream is … Read moreThe Zoo
As large as the ocean She doesn’t know her depthAs big as the earthShe couldn’t phantom her size But man could imagine herselfWe could imagine our depthWe could size up our lifeThus, as little as we are,We are more than the earth that house us.
Information is a spiritThe spirit Flies in the airIt become something whenwe discover it’s a thing.That something is our success How ignorant we are whenwe cannot discern information of success!Life get tougher becausethe secret of success is hiddenin the information. Thus, sometimes our egodeafen us not to hearsuccess whispering.