"ibo" poems
She said she was Ibo
And spoke with a fake accent
Wanna’s and gonna’s
Littered her speech
Not a trace of Igbo, in her exotic accent.
She smirked boldly
As I answered my phone
Greeting my friend natively
In a lavish of deep expressions
So deep, only Ndi Igbo can share.
With a ****** passport
She spoke better than most Britons
She was born in her village
Yet all she knows is “bia”
She thinks she’s cool, I think she’s lost!
The whole point of wooing her
An “mgbe-eke” from the east
Was so we could regularly, take a break
From all formalities and English
And bask in mother tongues…
I might as well be yoked
With a foreign damsel
For the whole purpose of looking within
Is defeated if your tongue is white
And we can only commune in “oyibo”
Call me tribalistic
Call me uncivilized
Call me superficial if you will
But what you call vernacular
The same is my root. I am proudly Igbo!
© Raphael Uzor
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
If not for love, I would have done it
If not for love, she would have said it
I was just a kind heart, who wished for every good thing
Oh now I know, everything can't be good as I want it
There's always a bad side
She was just a fair skin, who wished for every beautiful thing,
Oh now she knows, everything can't be beautiful as she wants it
There's is always an ugly side
Together always, we cared less of square pegs and round holes
Now issues brings concerns; we take note of every err and bad thoughts
Bring back the days of old; when we loved like Romeo and Juliet
Bring back the times past; when we had each others back like Bonnie and Clyde
Please let us bring back the you, and the me, that became the us
And hopefully, we could bring back again, everything we kept away
For love is good, and it is good to be loved; One body for one good
If not for love, I would have left you
If not for love, she would have said it was over
And if not for love, we would have been asunder
If not for love, I wouldn't have done it
If not for love, they wouldn't have done it
My belief is different, and my faith is in God of all things
Oh now I know, we may not be the same, though we have one maker
There are Christians, and there are Muslims
They worship in their ways, and they call on God for all things
Oh now they know, we may not be alike, though we have one creator
There are blacks, and there are whites
Together always, we shared festive moods & feasts
Now politics in between; we pick every fault & differences
Bring back the old days; when we lived as brothers and sisters
Bring back the past times; when we protected each other and kept one another
Please let us bring back The Yoruba, and The Hausa and The Ibo that became one Nation
And hopefully, we could #bringbackourgirls, that were taken away
For God is love and love is God; One People under one God
If not for love, I wouldn't have embraced them again
If not for love, they wouldn't have invited me over
And if not for love, we wouldn't have lived together
URBAN HOUSE POETRY©
HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE™
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Bawat segundo, minuto, buwan at taon,
Lahat ng ito ay lumilipas at nagbabago,
Lahat ay napapalitan ng 'di inaasahan,
Walang permanente sa mundo kaya oras pahalagahan ng husto.
Hanggang buhay ka pa, mahalin mo ang mga magulang mo,
Habang nakakangiti ka pa, ngumiti ka at tumawa,
Habang nakakalakad ka pa, tumakbo ka't gumala,
Habang nakakarinig ka pa, pakinggan mo ang huni ng ibo't likha ng Diyos.
Habang malakas ka pa, tumulong ka sa kapwa mo,
Habang bata ka pa, magsaya ka kasama ang tropa mo,
Habang kaya mo pa, gawin mo ang lahat ng gusto mo,
Kasi maaaring isang-araw, wala na ang mga ito.
Pahalagahan mo at mahalin mo ang nasayo,
Huwag lumimo't bagkus magpasalamat sa Maykapal,
Ang buhay natin ay hiram lamang,
Kung kaya't bawat oras 'wag sayangin bagkus pahalagahan.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Since I have become an
unnecessary annoyance to you,
Why are you still hanging
around me.
Why are you so desperate
to attach yourself to me?
Why not simply allow me to go?
Everything you said about me is true,
Yes you are correct,
Yes you are right.
I am a nonconformist.
Let me go my own way.
We are not seeing eye to eye.
We are not meant to be together.
Believe me you will wake up tomorrow
and thank me for leaving.
A leopard can never change its skin.
The ocean can never flow backwards.
The sun must always rise from the east.
When a man can no longer breath,
he expires and die.
This arrangement of forceful
cohabitation is no longer working.
This integration is choking me.
This amalgamation is suffocating.
You know it's not working .
It didn't work out then
and it's not working out now,
Or will it ever work out.
I am the lion from the Ibo tribe.
I am the king of the African forest.
I am the whirlwind,
I am the storm,
I am the rain,
I fall where ever I chose.
Grace is upon me.
The breath of the Almighty propels me.
My intent to survive is genuine.
I have already prove it to you.
Don't force yourself on me.
Don't intimidate me,
I am not such a one.
I will fearlessly
and vehemently oppose you.
You forced me into a corner
as if I am a social *****
I cannot function like that.
I am a free spirit.
I must soar.
Let me be.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Since I have become an
unnecessary annoyance to you,
Why are you still hanging
around me.
Why are you so desperate
to attach yourself to me?
Why not simply allow me to go?
Everything you said about me is true,
Yes you are correct,
Yes you are right.
I am a nonconformist.
Let me go my own way.
We are not seeing eye to eye.
We are not meant to be together.
You will wake up tomorrow and thank me for leaving.
A leopard can never change its skin
The ocean can never flow backwards.
The sun must always rise from the east.
When a man can no longer breath,
he dies.
This arrangement of forceful cohabitation can no longer work.
This integration is choking me.
This amalgamation is suffocating.
You know it's not working .
I am the lion from the Ibo tribe.
I am the king of the African forest.
I am the whirlwind,
I am the storm,
I am the rain,
I fall where ever I chose.
Grace is upon me.
The breath of the Almighty propels me.
My intent to survive is genuine.
I have already proven it to you.
Don't force yourself on me.
Don't intimidate me,
I am not such a one.
I will fearlessly
and vehemently oppose you.
You forced me into a corner
as if I am a social *****
I cannot function like that.
I am a free spirit.
I must soar.
Let me be.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC