Here are the best collections of miscellaneous poems of the people you love. These poems are political, love, inspirational etc.
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Here are the best collections of miscellaneous poems of the people you love. These poems are political, love, inspirational and of all, it is what you would have fun reading. You would find these poems fun and lovely with some smiles on your lips as you read them.
Miscellaneous Political Poem. These poems are political in nature. It takes a look at the happening within our societies. You would enjoy reading it.
Bazaar
Free for all fight
Only the privileged few partake
In this wanton sharing of our collective asset
They have perfected an act
To milk us dry even if we are dying.
Free for all fight
Decent men have adopted the thuggery way
Our national cake they must share within a few
The masses let them go to hell
This cake is our right for life.
I looked and I wept
When I saw decent men fighting for nothing
They were elected to serve
But the greed of the loots
They seek to enjoy themselves alone.
How do we survive?
When all their thought is shared all
Like Bazaar our nation seeks to auction
With no hope of restoring our lost glory.
Here we are in a nation of plenty
Held bond by the selfishness of a few cabals
Whose strength in their preoccupation is to loot all
Which their seventh generation wouldn’t be able to fiddle away.
Nsikak Andrew
3rd March, 2008 & 21st April, 2008
Green As A Yellow Page
Promises mounted like Mount Everest
Promises faded like mountain dews
Promises that can’t withstand the test of time.
In the name of the Holy Books they swore,
Without a pending consciences
Of that, that most come.
Our collective sweat they promised
To uphold and protect with integrity
But see what they have done…
Nsikak Andrew
26th September, 2007
Oversabi
Wetin you be
Wey you no fit cool down
About, about you dey bisi body
I be this, I be that.
Wetin you be
Wey all you sabi na to razz around
Blowing your trumpet like say
Na you owe Wall Street.
Wetin you be
Wey all you sabi
Na to blow cut and joint grammar
Come dey pose like Guinea fowl.
Abeg wetin you be
Wey small change dey swell your head
Tell me, wetin you be sef
Wey you want take oversabi kill your sef o!
Nsikak Andrew
26th September, 2007
Muri - The Naira Abuse
A note of honour
In honour of the assassinated General
A note of honour in exchange of liberty
A note, whose legality has been abuse.
Men in black and black
Men in black and green
Even men in green and green
Now men in brown and black
And those in apada are partakers
In our Muri-abuse.
Every drop, every block…
Muri’s hand must grease the palms
Failures are stories the undertaker has heard.
Muri-abusers,
Just when shall you say good-bye?
Nsikak Andrew
24th September, 2007
Unsung Heroes Of The Creek
They came unannounced
But with a sworn mission
Never negotiate their rights
But to demand that which is theirs.
They called them jokers,
Labeled them a bunch of criminals
Yet never were they dented
But injustice they seek to unfold.
Their strength,
The lords of Aso Rock underestimate
Business they thought as usual
But how wrong, just how wrong they were.
Years in the hands of scavengers,
Their land they raped with rudeness and abandon
Dividing the loot among their cronies
Without any hope of covering their nakedness.
Though her land oils the wheel that feeds our nation
Yet mass poverty ravaged her like desert encroachment
For none that came seeking to reverse their suffering
But only to add more salt to their wounded injuries.
The blood of their leaders was wine to the goggle general
Even though their virgin land is meat to the multinationals
Their kinsmen are joint collaborators in these naked bastardizations
Man’s inhuman to man; the world seems not to border.
In silent tears, their cries roam beyond the creek,
But none would hear them nor look in their direction
How they had been pushed to the wall
Now child’s play has become a nightmare to all.
A land of peace had become a land of kidnappers
A genuine course has been stolen in broad daylight
White life in exchange for petro-naira oil loots
While innocent black lives are blood sprinkled in the streets.
Who will belt the cat out of the bag?
For out of the creek unsung heroes have arose
Pain-pay-cheques they send to white expatriate
Now innocent masses are victims of their butt of authority
Fearless battlers for self-control
I share your cries; I felt your silent pains,
For no man cheated of his inheritance
Would fold his hands and see death ravaged him.
But for how long shall you unleash this newfound love
Look beyond the gun and see what you have done to yourself
For in fighting a just course, your hands you have destroyed your sweat
No home you will ever have if you destroy that which is yours.
Nsikak Andrew
14th October, 2006 & 26th June, 2007
Daylight Commandos
Smooth ride within a second
Corrupted by pot-holes
Those are the testimonies of their zero-minds
For her to be good, billions are allocated
But to the pockets of the Fixers, it has disappeared.
Here we are stuck in between the commandos
Who has capitalized on the zero-mindedness of our Fixers
Now the innocent citizenry would bear their default.
They have strike, they have strike
In broad daylight they have strike
Men of the Dark Night
Now found courage in daylight.
We are in trouble
For the minutes they lasted
Our faith hangs in the air
Will we live to tell our story?
Or would we be escorted beyond
By the butt of their weapon
In silence, our hearts prayed.
Nsikak Andrew
10th September, 2007 & 15th April, 2008
king-god
Blood flows, pain wrinkled,
The Guyama tragedy is looping
Ours the Most Hon. Rev. Dr. King is in town
To unleash the horror that was the Guyama experience.
See a branded gospel of enslavement
Preached on the altar of deceit
To bind the brain of helpless worshippers
Whose journey to heaven is made-believe
On conjured sermons preached from the pit of hell.
He is their king, a mini-god,
Whose words are fury flames?
Worship they gave to him
In obedience, you must bow,
Flogging you must adhere to in disobedience
Sexual orgies, traded in exchange for holiness,
A bunch of bullies are their lord’s army.
Oh! What is this befalling the body of Christ?
Surely, it is written in the Holy Book,
Judgment shall start from the Church.
Nsikak Andrew
12th October 2006 & 7th January, 2007
Vevo See Music Play
Vibes without limits,
The world comes to your feet;
With sounds that heal the soul,
And now we are connected to your hook.
Food to the soul that more is asked of you,
Yet still you heal our hearts with rhymes that care;
Such that draws us to celebrate with passion,
Even when we are down we rejoice in your sound.
December 8, 2009, you came within a joint venture,
Serving regions and still expanding beyond doubts;
As you moved around connecting us with love,
For that soul fantasy that excites us to chant your name.
A sound from the Vevo site has given us a voice,
That which our hearts celebrate with love;
As we watch through your streaming channel,
We found that love is far beyond our imagination.
Shout out to Erik Huggers,
A CEO with limitless possibilities;
Such is the strength of your direction,
The same that has kept Vevo on top.
Universal Music Group you are not forgotten,
Sony Music Entertainment we recognized you;
Abu Dhabi Media, EMI and Google,
The powerhouses that made it all possible.
If you are looking for a site to quench your music taste,
Even with the help of your Android, iOS, Windows Phone;
PlayStation and other electronic with an Internet connection,
Vevo is for you as you relax on it and see music play.
Nsikak Andrew
18th June, 2016
Miscellaneous Inspirational Poems. These are inspirational poems to inspire you to greatness. It comes with wisdom for you to take the direct route to success. And also learn from the experiences of others.
Wisdom Of Our Fathers
Stories abound
Histories never forget the past,
If the cap fits a man, let him wear it
So says the wisdom of our fathers.
He, whom the gods have favoured
He is favoured indeed.
A child that must eat with the Elders
Such should learn to wash their hands clean
For that which goes up, must surely come down.
So says the wisdom of our fathers.
If you live in a glass house
Learn not to throw a stone
For as you make your bed
So shall you lie on it
So says the wisdom of our fathers.
Tell this wise saying to the youth
Let the Elders increase in wisdom
For where a piece of advice is given
To a child that has a parent
Let him that have none listen
A word for the use is enough.
Nsikak Andrew
2nd November, 2006 & 1st January, 2007
Now
Now that I toil like a wanderer
Now that tears of swear is my bitter meal
I have no crown of glory to share.
Now that I wandered like a lost sheep
Now that every breathe looks like an end in sight
I have none who dares to share my identity.
Now that defeats seems to be smiling at me
Now that the world seems to smile against me
None I have that seeks to identify with me.
Now that today seems like the end of life
And everything seems like no hope in sight
Tomorrow breathes her surprises
For no one knows tomorrow.
Nsikak Andrew
20th August, 2007
Baseless Stories
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…jungle inhabited by barbarians”
Africa virgin land of honour.
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…the best way to enslave a Blackman
Is to put anything in a book form”
Africa virgin home of the intellectuals.
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…repatriate their forefathers
To salve in our plantations”
Africa land whose ancestors were stolen.
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…colonize them in pain”
Africa virgin land of hope and strength.
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…a darky, gentlemen, is basically
As unteachable as a chicken…”
Africa virgin land of civilization.
They sold the stories to dummies,
“…wish they knew from the beginning…”
Our land they would have exchange
In the gift of their disaster prompt regions.
Africa virgin home of the climate.
They sold the stories to dummies,
…but none that come wants to go back…”
For the land they despise
Are gold mines that heap their save.
They sold the stories to dummies,
Baseless stories it is.
Nsikak Andrew
16th July, 2007
The Hairy And Black Blue
Whose blue is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
She gives her blue a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound is the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The blue is hairy, black and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Nsikak Andrew,
16th December, 2020
Miscellaneous Poems For My Motherland. These are motherland nature poems. We all have our roots and getting to know our roots would do us well towards appreciating the person that is us.
Ifim Ibom Ibibio
Ifim!
The scare stool
That only our Royal Majesties could sit down
Ifim!
What does it symbolize?
The cradle of our civilization.
From the fourth largest ethnic group in Nigeria
Her descendants came in unity from wide and near
With a royal blessing, Ifim Ibom Ibibio was born -
The Supreme Council of Ibibio Traditional Rulers.
The hub of Ibibio unity
Our traditional custodians
We salute your brave courage
For in our root, you have come to identify
That we shall build our treasure Asan
Where our children’s children will accord
The spread of our journey.
Show me a man with a future
Then I will show you a man who knows his root
Show me a man who knows his past
Then I will show you a man who knows his future.
Nsikak Andrew
24th September, 2006 & 19th February, 2008
Asan Ibibio
A bend from Ekom Iman Junction
There, a virgin land sprung with a virgin history
Here it was our forebears first set their foot upon
As they journey across from Usakedet in Cameroon.
Centuries have passed by
Yet our virgin land has not weathered away
But have become our virgin hope of birth
A rallying point for all the Ibibio’s.
Our sanctuary of strength
From here begins the spread of the Ibibio civilization
For in unity, our forebears found one voice
That voice that still preserved our values and heritage.
Arise descendent of Ibibio race
In hands let us join our Ifim Ibom Ibibio
Yes, our Supreme Council of Ibibio Traditional Rulers
That we shall build our treasure home – Asan Ibibio.
In our ancestral home – Ikot Oku Ikono
There, our Asan Ibibio would forever stand
A collection of our ancestral artefacts would be housed
And the needed information about our race will be there.
Come let us join hands
Come let us extend love
Come let us build our treasure Asan
Come let us cultivate, nurture and practice -
Ima, Mboho and Eduek
That our children yet unborn would tell our story.
Nsikak Andrew
19th February, 2008
Ibom Connection Our Centre Of Peace
In the heart of Akwa Ibom State
You stool as the centre of unity
To difference routines
You are connected roundabout
As a springboard to every node
And crooner of our promised land.
Symbol of a magnificent edifice
In the hospitality of Akwa Ibom people
You are crowned as a symbol of our collective unity
And tolerant for a peaceful co-existence.
Nsikak Andrew
10th October, 2007 & 18th January, 2008
Akwa Ibom Our AkwaAbasi Ibom State
Akwa Ibom
Our land of promise
In you
We found our fulfillment.
Our precious land
That flows with milk and honey
In the abundant deposits of black-gold
Is the heritage of your soil rewarded.
23rd day of September 1987 was your birth
Even before that day, you were alive
In the heart of the people that you endeared
With the hospitalities that you enthrone.
The land where the swing of hips is your glory
Your dialects a pride in the mouth of your own
How your delicacies are a delight in celebration
Your land, I am proud to be a descendant.
Land of the earliest intellectuals
In abundance
You have produced pacesetters
That your land and beyond celebrate.
AkwaAbasi Ibom
Home to the Ibibios,
Home to the Annangs,
Home to the Ukpabangs…
Home to all who bear your root
For in peaceful co-existence, you reign.
Nsikak Andrew
25th September, 2007, 4th December, 2007 & 16th January, 2008
The Ibibio’s
In the silent of nights,
In the blossom of morning,
In the harshness of the sun,
In the coldness of evening…
Our forebears whelm the forest
Without a fear of the beast that governed.
Across the lakes,
Across the mountains,
Across the rivers,
Across the narrow paths…
The feet of our forebears did not weary
A journey across the forest they migrate
In search of a virgin land for their descendants.
From Usakedet in the Cameroon, they set-forth,
In Ikot Oku Ikono – Uyo their feet were not in vain.
Posterity was the light that guided their path
For the land that flows with promise and fulfilment
They made their first home of rest
Today, you are the bride every tribe courts in envy.
Great achievers of Akwa Abasi Ibom State,
The pride fourth largest ethnic group in Nigeria,
The first to agitate for state creation…
Land whose son was the first soldier in Nigeria
The first M.Sc holder in Agriculture,
The first black Cardinal in Nigeria,
The first black Prelate of the Methodist Church Nigeria,
The First Born of Akwa Abasi Ibom State….
The first in virtually all spheres of life.
Your land is pride in black gold,
Your soils are pastures that shame hunger
Your water are blessing that breathes life
Heritages of your forebears you uphold in high esteem
Your maidens are pride that uphold the family values
None would ever fault your reign,
For the globe, your descendants bestrode with might.
Descendants from Usakedet, the Ibibios we are.
Like a true son from the Ibibio tribe,
I salute in the dialect of our ancestors
For it is said, that a warrior greeted in the dialect of the warriors
Shall ever regain his strength as a warrior.
Ibibio isong o!
Ibibio isong o!!
Ibibio isong o!!!
Nsikak Andrew
9th August, 2007
Ikot Ekpene The Raffia City
Ikot Ekpene,
Land of the Annangs,
Centre of raffia craft.
Ikot Ekpene,
Land of skilled craftsmen.
In the beauty of slopes,
You surround yourself.
In the richness of culture,
Your heritage is blessed.
Land of the Annang’s
The main centre of raffia craft
A town within the land of promise
Skilled craftsmen preserved your heritages.
In the extract of raffia palm frond,
The hands of your craftsmen
Have amazed the world.
Raffia belts, hats,
Raffia shoes, handbags…
Are the skilled hands of your craftsmen.
Ikot Ekpene! You are called by name
But by `Raffia City', your alias is known
In the tradition of your ancestors, I greet.
Annang mma!
Annang mma!
Annang mma mma de-o.
Nsikak Andrew
19th July, 2007
Dance Of Our Maidens
Every season awaits our maidens
For the pride of womanhood
Shall unveil her true colour
Colour of her swinging hips
Colour of her moving hands
Colour of her moving lips…
Yes… colours that tell her story
Of who she is and where she comes from.
Mboppo dance shall unveil her colours
So shall Ndok Ufok Ebe add hers
Asian Ubo Ikpa shall be there
So shall Asian Mbre Iban
These, Akwa Abasi Ibom shall rejoice.
Mboppo dance shall unveil her colours
On Udua Mboppo day she shall come to town
Her confined freedom she must celebrate
That the men folks would take a look
For a life partner, they would choose.
Ndok Ufok Ebe shall add hers,
For once in a year she would choose her date,
In folk songs of dance and complaints,
She would alert the entire community
The plight of maltreatment by her husband
Asian Ubo Ikpa shall be there,
So shall Asian Mbre Iban
In combined colour of songs and dancing,
They would share in a united purpose
A word in songs they came to remind
We are beautiful and eligible,
Let the unmarried young men take a look.
Dance of our maidens, guided in our cultures,
The colour of our dance, displayed in its richness
Our maidens have found their unique voice
To tell our heritage in the pride of their displays
Just the way it is.
Nsikak Andrew
19th July, 2007
Terrain At The End
Your glory song sang
Sang beyond our shore
A promise of good life is guaranteed
How we await thy magnificent completion.
Hotel of our collective dreams
The joy of our fulfilled hope.
Seated at thy vest terrain
Are mouths full of nature’s paradise.
Our new holiday resort,
Nature is your towering glory
For your land is full of evergreen slopes
That Tiger Wood shall rejoice to pot some holes.
Ibom Hotel, Golf and Resort
At the old trade beach of Nwaniba you sat
How your glory song sang aloud
For pre-colonial reign, you nurtured in your domain.
Our history mixed in the colour of modernization
Come share this wonder of Ibom hospitality
Le Meridien Hotel is the place to be
For truly, our true dream is realized.
Nsikak Andrew
16th July, 2007
Ekpo Masquerades
Spirit of our ancestors
Rekindled in the living being
Among the raffialites you evoked your root
That the womenfolk would dare not your superiority.
Living the sacred culture of our forebears
Him whose birth is guided in mystery
Among our ancestral beliefs, you were founded
Death, you believe is not the complete end of life.
Ekpo… ancestral spirit of our forefathers
In the image of a dreaded mask, you’re covered
With bared painting of charcoal, you’re clothed
That he who sees you will fright with terror.
Around the waist, you ring a bell
Guided by an enclosed knife you tight
A band of blackened rags shield your nakedness
For in raffia ferns, you covered your head and torso.
In a wild twist, you move about
Like a fury wind, you roared
Casting fear in the hearts of onlookers
As you swing those mysterious aesthetic steps.
Ekpo… ghost of our ancestors,
Roared with a Matchet at hand,
Savour the mysterious drums of your initiates
For in the guided mystery of our forebears
Your appearance shall always rekindle.
Nsikak Andrew
16th July, 2007
Ekpe Masquerades
In the galaxy of mixed colours
He swirls his costume
Within a circle
He moves from side to side.
Like a possessed goddess
He found his gyrating feet
As the drums of the initiates
And their chanted songs
Evokes the spirit of its ancestors.
Suddenly, he turned right and left
Then like a wounded bull he charged.
Around his waist, a bell is fastened
For each sound his swinging waist rungs
Are messages only the initiates can interpret.
On the ground, on the wood
Even on the body of the initiates
Her sacred secret writing – Nsibidi is written.
For every singing, dancing, walking
Or the movement of the body made by an initiates
Are signs only a highly-ranked member could read
And interprets what the message means.
On his hands, he holds a bunch of leaves – Oboti
To the sky, he waves as a sign of respect
That he might reverence the Almighty
As the Supreme Being above all begins.
Sacred traditional institution of our forefathers
In the olden days, you served as an instrument
That enforces our traditional authority laws
And order you carry like a guided light
To teach the moral value of our traditional heritage.
Your oath of secrecy is sworn to by members
To keep the rules and regulations in secrecy
Defaulters are not found in your midst
Fear of repercussion is better imagined than said.
Ekpe!
From the Leopard skin, you derived your name
For your masks and masquerades are fashioned
To look like the skin of a Leopard.
Every day is no day
For seasons are your times of rising
On Christmas days
On traditional coronation
During the demise of a faithful member
Or on the day of new initiates
Your sacred display is fashioned in steps
That arisen your ancestral valour.
Your initiates are in their festive best
Spotted in the wrapper they tie
Adorned in a white tail-shirt
With a staff and cap to match
Taboos are the wearing of trousers!
Around and around they sang
Dancing and rejoicing in their secrecy
That has become a way of life
For the riverine dwellers.
Ekpe masquerades…
The sacred prestige of the Efik and Ibibio’s
Glow in your towering glory
For centuries to come shall forever feel your present.
Nsikak Andrew
4th June, 2007 & 26th June, 2007
Ibibio Delicacies
Blessed people of a blessed tribe
Him whose strength is a symbol of her delicacies
Celebrated in their diverse sumptuous meals
That other tribe seems to envy with pride.
Great descendants from Usayedet
I tapped into the strength of your love
My mouth couldn’t resist a taste of your strengths
No wonder they say you have the key to a man’s heart.
For the sake of posterity, I shall unveil your secrets
That others who seek wisdom would benefit
For the efficacies spiced in your delicious delicacies
These are lessons whose aroma prolongs life.
If you must learn their guided secrets
Then tapped your feet to her traditional coronations,
Let your eyes witness their Usoro Udo
For there, a gathering of Ibibio delicacies is on display
As an old-maiden unveiled their efficacies to the body.
Afang Soup – Weekend’s special
Prepared from shredded afang and water leaves
Spiced with fresh pepper and assorted ingredient
That a plate served is a call for another.
Edikang Ikong – Everyday blood tonic
Cooked in a combination of pumpkin and water leaves
For those who seek revitalization, a sure recommendation
Now a global recipe served in major restaurants around the world.
Abak Soup – Aroma of our old-maidens
Made from cooked oil palm fruits,
With the addition of Atama leaves,
Her traditional strength is arosed,
She is a major test a maiden must pass
If truly she must be certified fit for marriage.
Efere Etike – Sample of a spider net
Spiced from Okro Fruits and pumpkin leaves,
A quick drop feeds a hungry stomach
But be careful or else you stain your cloth.
Efere Ikon – Yellow mixture
That extract from the melon seeds
An addition of bitter leaves
Gives a bitter-sweet taste
That puts vinegar to shame.
Afia Efere – Holder of traditional ceremonies
That chilly combination of spices served with pounded yam
Now makes her the toast of traditional ceremonies
Surely, an August visitor will always remember you.
Iwuk Ukom – Nine months evidence
Cooked from unripe plantain and pumpkin leaves,
Served with a splash of palm oil
Sure energy booster, the men folk knows thy reward
For you set the tone of laughter that puts Viagra to shame
Now our maidens could coin sweet names…
Ekpan Nkukwo – Replenisher of our nursing mothers
From the tubers of coco-yam and coco-yam leaves you are made,
An addition of periwinkles swells your aroma
For you revitalized the body of our nursing mothers
And restore their shapes for all eyes to see.
Iwuot Ebot – Pride of fun seekers
You’re our local salad made from goat head,
Your chilly smell is an appetizer that runs our nose
Surely the ladies know thy worth
For no fun is complete without a taste of you…
How could I forget you – Iwuk Edesi
The joy of our hinterland children
Our own local jollof rice you are,
In combination with crayfish
And palm oil, you are cooked
That is what they missed in fried rice,
Are the health strengths they harbour in you.
How my journey is about to end
But I can’t go without giving out our appetizers
That would hold down the heart
As our revitalizing delicacies smoke from the cooking pot.
Edita Iwa our appetizer made from cassava tubers would do,
Do not forget the Ukana seed, a gift from the Ukana tree,
Who would forget Ibong, our own African Kola
For he who brings him, they say brings life.
The little our hands could touch we have learned
Let him that must know, knows
For no one tree makes a forest our wise elders would say
The Ibibio are blessed, for their delicacies are their pride
If you must have the key to a man’s heart
Go learn this secret “Good cooking”.
Nsikak Andrew
25th June, 2007
Eka Ibim
Eka Ibim!
The mother of all drums
Calved from the hardest wood
And covered by the thickest animal skin.
Eka Ibim!
Companion of the town-crier
Your re-echoed beats
Announces the King’s message.
Eka Ibim!
Cultural dancers, traditional masquerades…
All need your rhythmic praises
To detect their choreographic steps.
Eka Ibim!
Modernization has stolen your ancestral root
That your fame has gone beyond our shores
Now your beats are heard in every song that is sang
That all might come to embrace you as the giver of beats.
Eka Ibim, Oh Eka Ibim…
Forever carry yourself with pride
And let every piece of your heartbeat
At all times define the line of a song
That we shall always celebrate you as the mother of all beats.
Nsikak Andrew
1st February, 2007 & 18th May, 2007
Miscellaneous Poems For People. We dedicate these miscellaneous poems to those who have touched our lives one way or the other. You would love these poems if you have a heart for others.
In The Innocence Of Life
(Dedicated To Our Son)
Just like when I saw your first smile,
There is the innocence of life;
You stared at me with so much vigour,
That makes my heart blink with joy.
Just like when I heard your first cry,
There you looked at me with a smile;
The smile that brightened my thought
And humbled me with this tear of joy.
A blessing you have become to our life,
Blessing us every day with your smile;
That I would trade nothing in this world,
To see you smile in the innocence of life.
Day had turned to months, and months into years,
And everything around you is an awesome experience;
Learning to adapt to this new life that comes with you,
A life that makes us proud to be called your parents.
Nsikak Andrew
3rd August, 2015
Ara
(A tribute to Aralola Olamuyiwa)
Ara!, our mystery talking drummers,
Allured in long braids that conjure her root,
Her appearance is a folk song of African attire.
Wonders of wonder!
Who taught a woman the mystery of the drum?
She must be a blessed daughter of a warrior.
Our Ara!, blessed with a towering prowess,
Her tapping relishes the zest that frees your soul,
Wesley Snipes could testify, Stevie Wonder would confirm,
Wole Soyinka would admire with thoughts of genius
The crowd could only go while imagining
The magical strength that flows from her rhythm.
Their Ara1, a mystery in combination
How she infused the talking drum with their classical music
Is still a mystery the developed races are dreaming to uncover
No wonder she is called “the enigma of the African race”.
She has globe-trot the universe
Preaching the gospel according to the talking-drum
Her African root she carries with pride
That the world will bow for this true Queen of African legacy.
Nsikak Andrew
12th October, 2006/8th January, 2007
Mother Teresa Of Our Time
(Dedicated To Mrs Ekaette Unoma Akpabio)
Humble with a height
That enthroned her might
Meek with a gentle heart of kindness
A mother who loves to put a smile on others.
A gift to Akwa Ibom State
She has become a heart of gold
That brings comfort to the down-trodden
Whose destinies would have been a waste.
Her good works are there for all to see
No wonder the children celebrate her reign
Just as the womenfolk bless her days
And all extol her noble virtues.
A sweet mother she is
Ducked with no stained heart of discrimination
All, she took under her roof
That she would fulfill her calling
As the Mother Theresa of Our Time.
Nsikak Andrew
What’s In A Name?
(Dedicated To Chief God’swill Akpabio)
What’s in a name?
Certainly,
There is something to a name.
Named among names,
And I have come to see
That there is something to a name.
If not,
How could a name
Altered the destiny of her bearer.
At a time when all hope seems to be lost
A time when the heat was on
And the mighty trusted in their might
Who had given that name a chance?
None!
But except for that name.
Today,
Not only has that name changed our destiny,
It has given us hope and made a way
Where there is a “Will”
Ask no further who that name is?
Just look around and you will hear
The echo sound of that name
God’swill Akpabio.
Nsikak Andrew
Our Mother Teresa
(Dedicated to Mrs. Ekaette Unoma Akpabio)
Smiling with a height
That enthroned her might
A mother whose joy
It is to see her children smile.
Caring with a meek heart
That transcends boundaries
A tower of strength
On whose feet we can lean on.
Who is she that the abandoned children,
Would sing her praise
Who is she that the widows,
Would celebrate her reign
Who is she that the womenfolk,
Would echo her name.
A mother among mothers
Who has become the epitome of pride
Her song of good deeds
Are sang even among her enemies.
She is ours, our mother Theresa
A rare gift to the land of promise
Whose worth is far beyond ruby
A sweet mother that all would dream to have.
Nsikak Andrew
Gracious Style
Gracious style
Painted in the rhythm of his flows
A medical doctor he is
But in the image of a writer he sowed.
“Ebeano” he coined,
“To God be the Glory” he popularized
“Dividend of Democracy” is his making.
Coal City he ruled with finesse
Our senate, he has gone to better our lots
Who would deny him his place?
He whom the Newspapers houses
Delights in his intellectual contributions
Our Nigerian nation
Sipped from his repertoire of wisdom.
A man with different part,
Seated upon our political terrain
He has come with a fresh heart
That would change the mentality of thoughts.
Nsikak Andrew
3rd July, 2007
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