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By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I have given you the authorization
To operate at - will
In other to use any word
of your choice;
Scoop any form you wish
And portray your desired effective topics.

Standing by you
Is my aura which gives you
The power to manifest.

I am poetic
But very disseminating.
I harbour to purvey at
The door steps of the needy.

Stand firm in your creation
Because I am your excuse.
I have given you all the permission you need.
Don't waver.

I am poetic and licensing:
I have risen to back you up.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I heard them call Kofi
When my sugar turned coffee
At the presence of a thing
Called coffin.

I know the living Kofi
Who doesn't come late
But is now late at the
Expense of a call called death.

The peace movement resound Kofi
Who couldn't respond from a coffin
But his legacy resound peace
That could not be bound.

Here is Kofi
Whose presence bespeak peace
But the day announced requiem
As nations sounds plaintive.

Goodbye Kofi,
Africa will always remember
That you united nations
Before your exit.
My tribute to late Kofi Annan. Ex UN Secretary-General. Written and posted on social media on 15th September, 2018
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Staggering onward to an
assumed route in other to
arrive home makes the drunk
feel special.

He asks the wind and land
the way forward.
Urinates at every given point
of liquor's command.

"Someone show me the way
home."
As he whistles and sings
incorrigibly.

"Oh!
This must be home.
Where is this foolish woman
who calls me a drunkard?"
Hic*
"I am home to make you happy."

"Foolish woman.
Do you know that I brought
you from your father's house
to bear my name?
Nonsense!"

"Although I pay my rent at the
bar doesn't make me a drunk...
I will send you packing and
marry a pulchritude that will
take care of me."

"Go! Go and bring my food.
That is the only thing you...
Oh I remember."

Teeters towards the door.
"Where is the crayfish
that tastes so good in my soup?
The bitter leaf that tastes so
sweet at the end of the day.
My Akpino.
The ugly beauty.
I am so pressed."
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The fluid of a writing pen has been exhausted;
Yet, the paper maketh an outcry.
Who can quench the infused passion for oil?
Whose echo resounds for ages without fear.

Strength! What is expedient?
At the point of departure of thy master,
Who screamed for hope?
When the journey beamed
At the invisible exit,
The seeds scooped out
The voice of continuity.

Integrity has left a legacy;
Weep not, Memo!
For the social prestige lieth awake.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If we say we want to go home,
Who will lead the way?
If we say we want to go home,
How united are we?

We will go home
Only when we start agreeing together:
Loving each other,
Helping each other.

That is when we will go home:
When we are ready to give
Each other water on our way
home,
When we won't spite ourselves.

We will hold hands together
Singing a new song:
A song of hope,
A song of victory.

We will love without blemish,
Laugh without hindrance,
Hug without stabbing
And walk down the aisle of unity.

We will celebrate our heroes past:
Acknowledge our rare gems,
Appreciate ourselves
And celebrate home.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We know the criminals
But couldn't point fingers.

We know the rouges
Because they are notorious.

We know their tracks
But couldn't ply through.

We know their pranks
Because it is full of lies.

We know their heights
Because they are high and mighty.

We know them
We know them.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We eld daily not knowing
Who will take care of us
Until the time comes.

If we care for one,
Another will care for us
Even when the beneficiaries
fails to reciprocate
Because we are also benefiters.

The things we do counts.
The moves we make presents
there costs.
Our decisions records our fate
in the midst of all.

Echoing the promises of our
deeds,
Before the counsels of time
Whose duty ensures that we
savour the fate we deserve.

Wherewhital our conscience
Who sends us on certain errands?
Will they be able to exonerate us?
Before the unusual timing
Who stirs at our actions.

The children we bore
may disappoint.
Our expected saviours fails
But the help we render
Stands the test of time
When nothing else counts.

They come as visitors in
different forms.
They come surprisingly
Putting smiles on our faces.
They come as rewards for
Jobs well done.
They are the now!

But we are the things we do.
We are the things we see.
We are the time and season
Yet we ask: "how?"

— The End —