Biography of Andrew Ahile
Ahile Andrew Kwaghdoo also 'Ahile Kashami Ahile' 3rd born of a family of four, is Tiv by tribe and Nigerian by blood.He was born in Ugbokolo, Benue state of Nigeria in the year 1987, He attended Benue State University Staff Primary school Makurdi, Proceeded to Mount Saint Gabriel's Secondary School Makurdi and there after obtained a bachelor of science degree at university of Agriculture Makurdi. He is a lover of culture, arts, people, music, politics and poetry.A dedicated advocate of child Education, Good governance, social justice, political literacy, unity and peace.
Andrew Ahile Poems
Today Is Yesterday
Just like today, is yesterday. i still see the sun as it walked away, the wind still slaps my face, promise still under rug.
My head beats at this realization. i, a victim of dictatorship created by the society i constitute. my mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
Before We Drown
Yes we all see But believe what we will, For all that we have little we may accept.
Michael Najime Ahile.
again and again, my heart breaks. as memories flash, my heart aches. the pain only grew worse to God alone is known,
There Came Fire
Fire, and a heart of darkness was broken Open the potent of actions and words misspoken Right and wrong the ten commandments lay open
Nigeria- The People That Say No Longer
Nigeria my country Drowning in a pool of her blood Spilled by her children Nigeria, my country
My African Queen
Behold the stare in thy eyes Beautiful as roses spread out for miles Undermine the beauty of butterflies A glow over thy face as fire flies
There was once a man named john His wife was called the don By those whose advice she had turned down Her voice was as loud as a Dane gun
In our live mistakes are a daily threat Inevitable as the scourge of death Those words you speak arise from your breath The after thought seldom yields regret
All That You Are
Black and white is all that you are Among many beautiful colors that there are Blue, green, yellow and red And all the colors of which you have read
The Different Man
A man with a broken bottle in hand Another with a bible by the stand all with a conscience on their mind to do good and evil in kind
That We Know Not
We know not, till we know that we know not for there is much to know about a thing, As little as a pin.
The Boy Who Would Never Shut His Mouth
So often the teacher stood and begged for a silent mood for the noise was as loud as it could kashami, the loudest, did the class no good
My heart, gladend by those little pictures of you, always on my mind
The Different Man
A man with a broken bottle in hand
Another with a bible by the stand
all with a conscience on their mind
to do good and evil in kind
One went to the butler
And the other to the alter
Prayers were said
And holy hands on his head laid.
But when he at last raised up his head
it was the man with the broken bottle instead