• Tep Ra

    Twenty Hate

    I’d love to leave this world at the slightest opportunity Definitely not by suicide or insanity One minute you’re celebrating and the next it’s calamity Different forces terrorizing with impunity Good men gone and bad ones blessed with longevity stealing…

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    Surviving as an African

    SURVIVING AS AN AFRICAN 2040. The Electricity Authorities just made an announcement that there would be power outage in the coming minutes, which was premised on the need for some checks in the control room. The social media was agog,…

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    Giants of my fatherland.

    This is the story of an African child, derived by quantity but deprived of quality, with a belly so huge yet so empty. A child slain by and enslaved to masters of the books with good looks. This is the…

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    Nigeria surviving the street

    If we go back to the street Where Nnamdi Azikiwe was the King How hundred naira would have made our heart merry and sing Nigeria would be a better place to be. If we go back to the street Where…

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    SURVIVING AS AN AFRICAN

    Africa, you’re my continent, Why is poverty prominent? Like pigs you give birth in poor health, Natural resources should lead to wealth. You’re suffering within abundance, Your children live in annoyance, The way out? Mother of mankind, Your children are…

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    Moral crises in Africa

    MORAL CRISES IN AFRICABY; MUHAMMAD AWWAL BN ABDULWAHAB WHICH GENERATION IS BETTER IN MORALS AND ETHICS? ‘’ OUR FATHERS OR OURS ’’?It was the greatest of time , it was the steepest of time, it was the time when there…

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    Survival of this African Child

    Writing down my life In a book, has ensued Bitter lucked pains But I still will write Giant of Africa A place of birth known to Those in Nigeria And diaspora I’ve lived to see men ride on horses And…

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    The Travails and Survival of an African Child

    Africans they say, we don’t die we multiply Even in the face of the travails we smile I tried to run from the travails of survival The farther I think I run, the closer I am I had to man…

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    I NAMED IT HOPE

    “Eru! Eru!!” He tried to wake me, but I didn’t. “Eru!!!” He shouted. This time accompanied by a slap on my thigh. “Uurghh!” I murmured as I opened my eyes. When they were fully opened I screamed and jumped off…

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    The cries of an African

    I exist in a world where the winner is announced before the game commences. In a world where I don’t thrive despite my strives; A world where irrespective of my effort, I remain an outcast. A world where discrimination rules…