We have come to the cross roads
And I must either leave or come with you.
I lingered over the choice
But in the darkness of my doubts
You lifted the lamp of love
And I saw in your face
The road that I should take.
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
They call me Uncle Tom and mock me these my children mock me they hate the hat in hand the one- roomed God I praise. Winds raise the flat- roofed house each harvest time each southern soft Se- tember. “Hey, nuncle! wanna see what God in heaven brought for me? One pink-ear’d rat, thick knuckle-headed…
The sun is rising.In their nakedness the karoos will all be hot againBut you will shiver in spite of itIn the memory of trekkers who left you thereTo be feverish in the shadows of days of doubtAnd the nightmare of Great ChakaStill alive in your eternal Zulu dream. Last night, anguished tyrantYou dream of the…
Aquíhijas del verbo: madres, los esparemos. Escúchenos, “vivos se los llevaron, vivos los queremos.”Recuérdenlo en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del hermanodetenidos y desaparecidos. Esperamos con la frente en altopunto por punto unidas como la cicatriz a sus costuras. Nadie podrá destruir ni desarmar nuestros pesares juntos.Amen.
1 Helpless like this leader – less like this, we met you lover, warrior, hater, coming through the files of the forest soft foot to soft soil of silence: we met in the soiled tunnel of leaves. Click lock your your fire lock fore arm fire – arm flashed fire and our firm flesh, flame…
People of the City by Cyprian Ekwensi narrates the city life of Amusa Sango who doubles as a crime reporter for West African Sensation and leader of the band music players. He plays at the All Language Club where he thrills the hearts of many women with his music. His stay in the city is…
Ambassadors of poverty areThe corrupt masters of the economyWith their head abroadAnd anus at homePatriots in reverse orderDetermined merchants of lootsWho boost the economy of their colonial orderTo impoverish brothers and sisters at home Ambassadors of poverty areThe saviours of the peopleOffice loafers in the guise of workersBarons of incompetenceWith kleptomaniac fingersAnd suckling filamentsPosition occupants…
