Divine Idiong
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Swimming in the muddy struggle
Of academics;
The fire in our eyes
Consuming the
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The river runs from our hearts
Through the busy streets.
We see not its clear impurity.
It is carrying venoms
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Born into a life
Strongly built with the bricks
Of customs and religion.
Barricaded inside those walls
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The sun holding stubbornly
To the even sky
Like an unwanted regime
That wants to preside for life.
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Something lies somewhere:
Thick and dark,
Which aroma reaches all corners
Of the streets.
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Follow me inside Safarawu.
Even though I know little of the north.
Let us shut out the many eyes scrutiny.
Let us shut them out again tonight.
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The lion does not ask to be king.
Everyone knows he is.
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We thought we would enjoy ourselves
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In may, a few days to June.
We were drawn out by the tune.
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No use naming names.
They know.
Those who played games
With the future
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Divine Idiong Biography
Divine Friday Idiong aka Idiong Divine is an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories. His first published work, a collection of poems, “Never Ending Poem”, got listed in the Akwa Ibom State Junior Secondary School curriculum in Nigeria. His collection of short stories, “Mind of Diamond” and “The Especial Visit”, which were released in 2012 and 2013 respectively, have been listed for both Literature in English students in colleges of education and for primary and post primary schools in Niger Delta region of Nigeria. His “Daura Girl” and “They Keep Living” are rich collections of poems available online for you. His stories like “Cornflakes”, “Anything Can Happen” and “A Fresh Start’” are equally available online for you.)
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Nation Building
Swimming in the muddy struggle
Of academics;
The fire in our eyes
Consuming the
Many tattered books
In dust laden libraries
Across the land.
All the time our hearts
Pounding with hope.
Hope that we are
The leaders of tomorrow
We were told so
At the cradle.
So we bore it all
The stinking dormitories,
Hollow mosquito nets,
Pain and stress and malaria.
Learning to build a nation.
And at the climax
We flow
With the harsh current
On to the ocean of uncertainty,
Wide enough for every fish
To swim or get caught
In the jaws of our corrupt leaders.
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