BLOOD BATH

Suckling on the nipple of this rifle,

I swallow cannon candies  and chew on bloody curds

Offer me the great treat as we sign this treaty

Treat me right in this agreement so bloody -

Yet worthy 

Tell me of the achievement of throes,

Pleasurable torments

Memorable anguish 

Where was progeny when these sullen stories were born?

When I got the studio sessions from Sheol

Recording with glorious scowl?

Where was she when death visited me with great lush?

Was she lost in valhala

Or cooking sweet "wahala"?

Tell me where she lay when I lay eggs of mystical pleasure born of the burns suffered from Lucifer

Remind me of where she was when I dined and died and death couldn't keep me!

Oh! She was lifting holy hands shouting glory hallelujah! 

Lifting up holy hands to the Almighty 

In feigned fellowship of unity,

Casting out demons of gore

As mockery became my girth.

Reminiscing what her hands could do-

Holding on to the rod of Moses

That parts the sea of labia

Wait-

Was it not the same hand that actively performed the fellatio rituals?

Tell me of a tool so mighty -

Mighty to raise mighty men to dust

Tell me of a tool so subtle -

Subtle as to shuffle between the pews of the congregation, 

Knowing where and how to tread.

I would tell you of holy hands.

Lifting holy hands,

Waving glory hallelujah 

Even after giving the viagra to ensure vibrancy.

Holy hands locking unlucky aimless souls.

Lifting holy hands

Hailing Jah for a night well spent

in exhibiting the painting done in the inner tent,

Not minding being the tenth

Even as it pays the one tenth of the bill.

Lifting holy hands

Saying silent prayers for the child sent to soak in darkness of afterlife. 

A foetus isn't a child- it has no life of its.

To what extent shall her holy hands do helly things

And still shout glory hallelujah in the sanctuary? 

By: Olamiposi Omoyele

Edited by: Bankole Kolawole

Picture curled from Obinna Udenwe's "Holy Sex" (http://brittlepaper.com)

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Omoyele is a young, vibrant undergraduate of Law. Yele is a poet, whose poems reads like that of a Sage, despite her young age. Her command of English is impeccable. During leisure, her pen knows no scope.

THE NATIONAL ASSEMBLY AND THE WAILING CHANGE

My sickness is not caused by fever nor malaria but by the way and manner the change been clamoured for is now wailing for freedom in the hands of the people whom we entrusted to be the crop of savior. with intense happiness, Nigerians celebrated the emergence of the new era led by president Muhammadu Buhari with the hope and relaxed mind to dry the tears of the poor masses and render social amenities like good roads,electricity, health and employment opportunity to aid even and rapid development and perhaps revive the sectors jeopardized by corruption.

    To be frank, it is too early to predict the future of this new government and at the same time, it is too early for the new government to have recorded any brawl and skirmish at the national assembly. Is this the type of change we want in Nigeria? It is pitiable that the ship of change is yet to move and it has started to develop faults. This country had suffered a lot in the hands of the corrupt leaders who had exploited and looted the country's fund and the evil tide seems to go on exile with the emergence of the new president who had once ruled the country during the military regime but ironically, the transformation agenda is being transformed to another dimension as the national assembly witnessed her first annual conflict since the emergence of the new president. I don't ever think this kind of irritable kerfuffle could happened so early at the national assembly in president Muhammadu Buhari's tenure as i recorded my first disappointment in his tenure and moreso, i keep asking myself  why serving people should lead to conflict.

   It was very obvious that a line quoted  from the national pledge " To serve our father land" has turned to fighting and tearing clothes for pocket right. The leaders that were elected to lead by example are now disgracing and embarrassing the country and marring the already marred reputation of Nigeria political system. I think Mr president is like a sheep amidst wolves. When will Nigerians are going to bade farewell to looters as leaders? When are we going to be free from nefarious grandeur? If the slew of immoral act by the so call leaders stand still without resolution, the sailor is verily embarking on a fruitless journey that can never change anything despite the great expectation on him to move the sunk ship closer to the promised land. Now over to the Mr President to act fast in delivering the wailing change from the wolfs before tearing it into pieces. God bless Nigeria.

By: Olabanji Issa Usman (BusyBrain)
Edited by: Bankole Kolawole

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OLABANJI ISSA USMAN (BUSYBRAIN) is a prolific writer from Kwara State who have written many articles published on newspapers and magazines. An apprentice Journalist and a Poet with myriad pieces that touches many aspects of human life. Olabanji is also a one-time Best Grammarian at the department of Mass Communication, Federal Polytechnic, Offa, Kwara State (2014) with academic excellence. His pen name is tagged BUSY BRAIN. He is a novelist, playwright and a candid writer. He is the editor-in-chief for the Academic Global View Newspaper. He is likewise a Public Relations Practitioner.

THE BOOM DEMON

"Die, so life wouldn't be hard to live with."

Mama breathed out her last to me.

Mine is a tale to tell and a shred too dreadful to share.

Yee-ha!

Yee-ha!

I watched him ride my mama maliciously every night.

His definition of defense against accusation was never diction, only friction;

Between mama's black ringed eyes and his fist.

Still, she saw sunrise in his sunset, that fool mama of mine..

And my questioning mind she'd feed with lies of smiles.

Till I was summoned from sleep someday in September;

By the terror of the boom demon, the horrid horse rider had lost the horsepower.

I saw him spew red;

And the details of the tale longer than the tiger's tail;

Mama sang to me, whilst she answered the call to glory.....

Written by: Kujembola Nife Oluwaseun (Panthera Leo)

Edited by: Bankole Kolawole

Photo Credit: http://lailasblog.com

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Kujembola Nife Oluwaseun (Panthera Leo) is a seasoned Poet/Educationist with a panache for emotional poems. He has a way with words, anytime his fingers romances the pen.

THE CHASE: PRESTIGE & SISSY

 Prestige:

Sissy Dirisma...heyba...

Sissy Dirisma...heyba....

Sissy...abo....sissy...abo...

Ssissy Dirisma...Heyba.

Sissy:

Hahahahahahaha

Prestige, what is heyba and abo?

Prestige:

*smiles*...sounds of music

Sissy:

Lol

Now you are the crazy nun and I'm the captain

Prestige:

😊 May the seducer not become the seduced

Let me be that crazy nun in custody of your compass as you captain this ship of affairs bagged in love.

Sissy:

Too bad for you.

I will deploy the nun to the convent,

to be a patriot of love woven in God's word😄

Prestige:

Same God's word has beautifully created you to open your heart to love so sweet like honey,

and like a bad egg in the midst of good ones,

he will eject the crazy nun out of the convent and place her where she belongs;

the haven of the heart of Sissy where melodious tunes booms and bangs.

What a nice way to save a soul!

Sissy:

Salvation is not a sugar-coated word,

It is a blissful happy pact.

The nun will be saved by Grace,

Not by a derailed lovelorn pace.

To the convent of Holy abode

Nursed and nurtured to a fruitful life to behold.

There is no book that says Sissy is the Messiah😄

Prestige:

Ok, let's lay to rest the nun case

Yes, the nun is already saved by grace

But we shall continue this race

You are not endowed with beauty in vain

Cos God has packaged you for MEN, NOT gODS

My words are not sugary

They swim in Marah,

the bitter river that witnessed the sweetness of Truth

Sissy:

Lol😄

Marah was not just a bitter River,

It is a Glorified pretty Liar.

Indeed God had men in his Agenda,

I'm certain it wasn't men with stinking swagger😜

Prestige:

That's why I intend to put an end

to the fruitless fight of those men

Like a cobbler, I'm ready to mend

my worn-out shoes of character so I can brace myself to take this long walk to your heart where true love transcends.

So Sissy softly cease this sizzling moment to give me just this ONE CHANCE

I promise I will not get it ruined “like person wey enter ONE CHANCE”

Sissy:

Perhaps I should herald in a new chapter

Give you and I a perfect chance,

Be a friend to your weary heart,

Till the hopes and dreams we share,

And cultivate the fruits into forever happy after.

Having gone through that path,

Once or twice,

I ask you in disguise,

Do u feel same in your heart?

Prestige:

O Sissy Dirisma my precious dove

Now, my heart has melted in love

I will treat you like an angel from above

I am all yours and you are mine

Let me be your bread and you my wine

Intoxicate me with your love so divine

Come to me, let our love shine bright for all to see

Until the end of time.

THE END

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Written by Prestige Ifeanyichukwu Bernard (The Truth)

Winner of BeBlessed 10 Poetry Slam, 2015.

&

Sissy Dirisma is a fast-growing freestyle Spoken Word Poet who MOUTHsturbates with words so much that, she makes her audience CUM asking for more…

Edited by: Bankole Kolawole

WOLE SOYINKA @81

Behold!

A sage and a wise one

as he marks his birth at eighty one

O! I will tell the tale to everyone

that a gem and a pen wizard is eighty one

Happy birthday Professor

who delivered us with pen from the oppressors

Nigerian icon and a words doctor

to medieval poets, BaBa ( daddy) is our great mentor

Pardons sir! as I pronounced your name

Wole Soyinka, an icon with pen to get the fame

O! your golden pen flow flawless and flew like flame

O! what a patriotic father who delivers African from shame

Professor and a trenchant  writer

who fought and conquers the Africa looter

he took part in a war, Soyinka is a fighter

a fighter without sword but with pen that is mightier

BaBa with awe i pay homage

as your wittiness witticism free Nigeria from hostage

O! what a freedom as Africa is free from bondage

BaBa verily, with your legacy, we I'll tread your footage

Long life to a pen wizard

whose pen on a press up like resting lizard

prosperous prosperity to you without hazard

O! I Pray no wizard shall conquer our icon as he himself a pen wizard. 

By: Olabanji Issa Usman(BUSY BRAIN)

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OLABANJI ISSA USMAN (BUSYBRAIN) is a prolific writer from Kwara State who have written many articles published on newspapers and magazines. An apprentice Journalist and a Poet with myriad pieces that touches many aspects of human life. Olabanji is also a one-time Best Grammarian at the department of Mass Communication, Federal Polytechnic, Offa, Kwara State (2014) with academic excellence. His pen name is tagged BUSY BRAIN. He is a novelist, playwright and a candid writer. He is the editor-in-chief for the Academic Global View Newspaper. He is likewise a Public Relations Practitioner.