Biography of Dankaro Osazee
Osazee Dankaro was born in Benin City, Nigeria. Educated at the University of Benin, he is a Chartered Accountant by profession.
Dankaro Osazee's Works:
Dankaro Osazee Poems
The Bottle In My Head
There is a bottle in my head, Whose lid I keep tightly shut. But even with all my might The gas within, long over full and bubbling
I Watched Him Die
From my vantage spot by the window I looked into the darkened street. Only a crescent moon gave off any light As all generators had been hurriedly turned off.
I wake up once again to the sounds: footsteps, muted voices and motor cars. The night had been very short, and the same noises kept me awake
Let pride be damned this once And then be damned again, and again Until my peace be returned to me And my soul is fully assuaged
I sit to write a poem A poem of love and life Of beautiful lines and golden sounds A poem to tickle the ears and freshen the mind.
For Francis Jude Omoto (1982-2006)
When I think of you, I do not see you lying on the hospital bed Hours before your death I do not hear your voice on my phone
My Pastor's Wife
She's only on 30, but we all call her "Mommy" Even those of us twice her age She was not ordained, to be a Mother, like the Catholics do their priests, She has her own qualifications that has made her ‘Our Mother',
To Juliet, My Love
Night and day I see, Crushing pain, piercing your entire being like a spear I see, I feel, I perceive and I hear. I have suffered this terrible loss with you,
I am lying on my bed of feathers My eyes slowly close of its own volition, It is cold, very cold, Cold rain is hitting my tin roof gently
There's a plastic can floating in the middle of the river Guided by wind and water, Moving leisurely, blindly, Unhurried, uncaring,
Of Despots And Slaves
In my country, there are two species of us: Those who sit on our heads; And we down below who bear their crushing weight. They are our rulers
Let My Head Be
Do not preach to me and flog me all at once Do not impact mental pain And physical torment all together It is cruelty to do so
On my head is the crown, Around my being, the gown In my hand the scepter, my wand And at my feet, the world
Dead Man Walking
On the discovery of my death Do not make any noise Do not cry, do not weep I did not die that day.
Dead Man Walking
On the discovery of my death
Do not make any noise
Do not cry, do not weep
I did not die that day.
When you see I no longer breathe
Do not be saddened
Do not think, do not meditate.
I did not die, I did not live.