how long will you fight
little ant
before you are crushed?
surviving rocks and
oppressive jungle
you felt invincible
strode on the sands
of the great lake
mocking the hissing waves,
yet you cling to a stone
in its chuckling belly
while they reach increasingly
for your soul-
not even the printed page
floating so invitingly
can save you from wrath.
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.
Background of the poet Wole Soyinka was born in 1934 at Abeokuta, Western Nigeria. Educated in Nigeria in University College, Ibadan, and at Leeds University in England, he graduated in English Language and Literature in 1958. Wole Soyinka is a versatile person who sings, and acts and produces plays. In addition he is a creative…
Wake before the dawn and you will witness the World’s slowest embrace The moon and sun hold hands distant lovers sharing space. Hues of violet and amber spill over the horizon. The morning is a reminder that even though the night is full of terrors, dark will always give way to dawn.
Dark and fearful, the night was long, But the new day has come, this bright new world, The bells of freedom, clamorous, ringing, The birds in the sky do their fluttering dance. Mansae, mansae, manmansae! Hail freedom! The sound of chains and whips, those chilling sounds Gone — and the barred windows thrown open, wide…
Adinoyi Ojo Onukaba’s The Killing Swamp, composed principally of four characters, is obviously a play of one act. The Killing Swamp was first published in the year 2009 and in course of dramatizing The Killing Swamp, Adinoyi Ojo Onukaba avers in the author’s note that “the play should run seamlessly from the beginning to the…
I danced away my first few hours of this new decade No heartache in this young renegade Drunk in this new brigade Spinning harder than the clap of the fireworks Burning brighter than the shadow that lurks No more heartache in these young renegades If not the whole era at least tonight is ours ]ust…
A piece of my flesh torn away. A piece of my bone broken off. A piece of my soul remade. A piece of my thought set free . In her thin hands the lines of time grow long. In her black eyes float the truths of stone tablets. Round her slender neck a dusky hair…
