Chiori Mathew Poems

How in pale I wonder,
These beloved trees,
Once dressed in green glamour and glitz
flapping majestically its apparel
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This heart that was once fresh and soft like the morning dew
When I cared, I wanted to care more
This heart that had been chewed and vomited severally,
This heart that had passed through the eye of the needle
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Our land will smile once more,
The word provoked the peasant passing wind
Flamboyant bogus ‘Agbada' dangling,
And a one sided ‘Kembe' folded
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The fragments of diverse norms and traditions,
Scattered around the entity.
Glued by the colonial greed,
branded with a label, Ni-ge-ria.
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Black skin glows
Tough and toxic we are,
The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth.
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I am Ngba, the game of Ndi Igbo.
Played by men of stone chest,
And stone skin.
Where legs will gather to gaze.
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Relax and take a breath
that's the cure
in a rush don't speak
on pressure don't talk
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So what is life without death
light without darkness
joy without pain or
White without black.
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Now wake up Africa.
There is more outside the stomach
There is a rising sun in the east
If only you could see, if only you could feel
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I've got nothing at all
No gold no silver
No cars, nor houses
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