Today, we shake things up with a little poetry

A Hard Day's Travails

Bent over like a young kid about to Summersault, 
the large hoe was clutched in both my small palms.
Large beads of sweat rolled down my head 
through my face and unto the dark soil.

Like a task master,
the sun shone its fiery temper on my arched back,
i could feel its electric rays transversing the length of my spine.

One more time, my hoe scooped up the soil
until it formed a small pyramid,
my baby brother handed me a short stem of Cassava,
which i buried slanting into the mound.

I moved to the next flat spot on the expensive acre of farmland.
My hoe landed the soil a crude blow,
uprooting layers residue to build a new pyramid.
My widowed mother gazed at me and smiled in the distance,
She found her deceased husband in me.

Jesus' Love - a poem

Crucify him! rent the atmosphere.
this rabid crowd bubbled
with the energy of injustice.

Crucify him! their voices laced with anger.
I took up my hammer
and nailed in a six inch into his palm
I felt no remorse.

Crucify him! spittle flew from their mouths
their eyes reddened with rage.
If you were Pontius Pilate,
would you do otherwise?
yet he cried forgive them lord.

accursed, he hung on the cross
and absolved them of intent for their crime
he said;
father, they know not what they are doing.

Written and published by Onyeoziri Favour

February Elections - a poem

Elections are round the corner,
we all seem cornered
by the flying propaganda
and the winged slanderous libels.

characters ruthlessly smeared
in the stinking mud of newspapers
by opposition parties,
who recklessly wield opposition media
same way the Boko-haram insurgents
unabashedly wield violence in a Nation
where a failed government,
has no face to bury in shame.

Written by Onyeoziri Favour

Fairly used Love - a poem

How can you stare me in the face blatantly
and lie so confidently.

How can you say yes so soon
and double back so quickly.

How can you french kiss 2 minutes
and already gossiping in 5 minutes.

How can you promise to catch a grenade,
yet lie here fatally wounded by cupid.

Written by Onyeoziri Favour

Mosquitoes - a poem

Power went off!
darkness in its starkness
overthrew the dying fluorescent.
the fan stopped its revolution.
An eerie quiet ensued.

My 5 inches phone screen
floods its white lights
on my face.
gradually, the insects,
the moths and the mosquitoes
found their way to this small light.

Soon, the mosquitoes started inserting
their proboscis,
and the moths practised an incoherent
dance on my face.

I lit the insect repellant incense,
we inhale,
man and insects alike,
they to their death,
I to my ill-health.

Written by Onyeoziri Favour