She pleaded, "Love me,"
Clasped in my arms, in the void of my desolation
I implored her, "Let not your fragrance linger on my sheets, should you forsake me"
I'm a shadow, not the soul you see
In the depths of my heart, a love like no other blooms,
Yet, no hands have ever offered solace
But yours, Amaka, they've graced me
No others have brushed my soul
The gods and the princes swept away my kin
The ancient spirits and council stripped my autonomy
The divine forces and masses shattered my tranquility
The gods and my oppressors pilfered my joy.

Amaka, I beg you to listen to my tale, as I bared my truth to you
In bliss, my brother and I once thrived, a happiness profound
My sisters and I once reveled, a laughter shared
How I wish you glimpsed my parents, their faith profound, they rejoiced in the divine
Then, one fateful day, our people were swallowed by the land, the gods' decree
The great king sleeps eternal, lives sacrificed for fate's designs
One somber day, our clan fell, as the elders ordained
The great king sleeps eternal, his passage eased by the companions he brings
One mournful day, our tribe crumbled, a sacrifice to appease the multitude's desire
The great king sleeps eternal, a new reign awakens, adorned with offerings.

Buried alive were our brethren, at the gods' command, their lives entwined
And for chattel to journey alongside the great ruler, destinies yielded to abyssal Depths.

Amaka, daughter of the great king, whispered,
"Love me,"
Enveloped in my arms, in the absence of all
I implored her, "Let not your fragrance linger on my sheets, should you forsake me"
I'm a shade, not the figure you perceive
From the slave caste, I emerged
A love as boundless as the heavens blossoms within me,
No hands have journeyed through my existence, except yours, Amaka
None have touched my being as you do,
Thus,
I vow to defy the deities, the new ruler, the princes, the council, and the multitude
So we might flourish, unshackled, in our affection's embrace.

Yet, if fate compels your departure,
Then entomb me under the earth, as the gods did my kin,
For you are all I possess, all I fight for, all I cherish in this world of woe.

She's beautiful
And young
But she is afraid of love
She wouldn't want to cry again
Since her dear one ran away

You loved her
But she's not who mama wants ;
She's yoruba.
You can't look at her anymore
Ever since you rose her belly up
And left to marry Amaka

The girl is sad
She is tired of life
Not knowing who to confide in
Or share her pain with
Because you too don't care
Just like her only dear


You are busy biting her skin
With the stigma you show!
She's just a kid
And should be in school, we know.
But you led her on to this road
You told her not what she should have known
You thought children of 'adays know
But look...Ola is now one month old


She feels bad
But you're now a father
Why not be glad?
No.. You still fear her father
And not anymore in love with her
You bring her fresh tears
But shower Amaka with care
And look... Your baby is fatherless
Or without a father's care?



You may have broken her,
You all...
But not her beauty
For inside her lies preciousness
Like every other girl child
And take her as your pride
Even though she's not your heir
And don't break her heart
Even if  you stopped to care
oh! not to throw her out,
If she has ever erred
Oh child,
Show care.





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©Uzor

that day at the bank i fondly remember,
when you stood up to defend the stranger i was..
the smiles that followed left prints so deep...
as your caring self kept defending my me

i smile as i remember your voice loud and clear
as you gave instructions yet doing all the chores
leaving me to be "the child" that will make you proud
my mama you are....... the love cannot fade

i can't forget the moments of joy and sadness
always leading to a stronger us!

the days we wished never came.......
the peace we had never left.........
the joy we shared non can fathom
as your unique self is rare to behold.........

As night faded i remembered in my sleep that my mama so good was born on this day...........
I may not do all i ought to do
i may not say all i have to say
but i remember this day that you were born
for many may not know but "you are set to tidy the world"

For my roommate and great friend
* for the challenges we conquered together
* for that great bond of friendship
* for our joy that has no comparison

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY AMILY
    [for my roommate...........Udechukwu Lucy Amaka]

By:   Bannuel Asante
“Kayayo, kayayo”, my title is announced in the crowd accompanied by beckon.
Turning to the direction of  echo with quicken pace,
In  sweaty blouse, “Maria Amaka skirt” and ***** scarf.
Some passers- by   hold  noses and others show faces of foulness

Yet I am an indispensable entity,
and so are you all.