Plea to the Nile.
Hide me oh Nile
At the abyssal height of your feet
...
My Precious Nile.
I sing of the treasures of the Nile.
What a magnificent creature you are!
...
The Saints at Twilight
The dark claws of death downed upon them
Like tongs gripping a glowing coal.
...
The Bull Roars No More
Oh my patriotic General,
Of indubitable seniority.
...
Mosquito.
With excitement she comes dancing
Shaking her wrist in perambulation
...
Whispers of the Moon.
Daylight joyfully brags by
Scudding along the mute sky
...
Cruel Modernity
Dear country man,
Teach me the secret to the new life.
...
MEN IN MASKS
They come in tattered penury
And preached salvation to our desperate souls.
...
Calm Down Father.
I have heard father,
The distant toll of church bells.
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Upon That River.
By that Riverside,
I met her lonely and depressed,
...
Tears of Widowhood.
Alone in the vast wilderness
On a misty morning though
...
Weep Not Peasant.
The Scavengers have maliciously
Grabbed the flesh
...
REIGN OF THE GUNS
In our Motherland. Our good Pearl that guns grip
A jolly old tortoise sits at the pinnacle of power.
We the prey of his tyranny in silence weep
...
TYRANTS! LISTEN
You bloodthirsty megalomaniacs
Epitomes of modern day egomaniacs
Listen, this beloved nation is our sole jewel.
...
The gun is no friend.
His mouth is like a hyena's
ruthless jaws.
He smiles like a starved panther
...
If we be men,
why then fold our miserable faces
Like a baby crying for its mother's breast milk?
Why bow to a pack of eunuchs?
...
poetry is the darling of my life. the sugar I mix in my morning tea. the blanket that covers me in the night.)
Plea To The Nile
Plea to the Nile.
Hide me oh Nile
At the abyssal height of your feet
Lest I shrink- like a blown out balloon
My face stamped with affliction
Whilst melancholy twines my forsaken soul
Upon this land of perverted norms.
Hide me oh Nile
In your bounty womb I yearn for refuge
To elude this iniquitous raid of state
By greedy hyenas; plunderers
Clad in heroic attires of the state
Today I evade this messy land.
Hide me oh Nile
From this overly lurking stench of despair
Wallowing in the vicinity of the living dead
The brazen-faced; shameless perpetrators
That drain from the toiling fortune of peasants
To nourish their insatiable bellies.
(Sekyewa Godfrey)
A man with a small anus should never swallow a big seed
An impotent man is as useful as a dry well.
A man who excessively brags about his manhood can easily be compelled to climb a cow.