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A Book Review : Collective Amnesia by Koleka Putuma

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I’m back with the Book Reviews. I was going to follow a schedule and say “watch out for book reviews every Sunday”, but I really do not know if I would be able to stick with the schedule. I can only try!

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Here’s a review of Collective Amnesia. I wouldn’t call it a review per se…but…Yeah Enjoy Still! 😊

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THE LAST WORDS by Titilope Sonuga

This poem has to be one of the most wonderful things I’ve read this year. Titilope sees through me. I hope it melts your heart as much as it did mine.

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Source: BellaNaija.

“It’s not you, It’s me”

“I just need some time alone to figure things out.”

“I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“you’re too good for me”

“I’m not the man you need me to be right now.” Continue reading “THE LAST WORDS by Titilope Sonuga”

POETRY. DAY THREE

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On the third day, we were told to bring an object or objects to life in a room that we spend a lot of time in and speak from its perspective about what it has observed about us. Maybe it has seen our joys, heart breaks, the lies we’ve told, our successes, our fears and so on… What do we look like to a thing you barely notice.

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POETRY. DAY TWO

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On the second day, we were told to write an acrostic poem. Continue reading “POETRY. DAY TWO”

RISE AGAIN

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As sojourners, we set out believing there were no obstacles
We progressed thinking falling was impossible
We were wrong to have thought the road was without debacles
We were foolish to think there would be no crucibles

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PHENOMENAL WOMAN – MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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PHENOMENAL WOMAN – MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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≈☻The MARCHERS (BiRthDay Lines)☻≈

(Wholesome Dedication to Ijose Tosin Joses Jenesaisquoi and Adriel Chi Onwukwe)

On a day,

When the sun shines the rays of fortunes

And happy birds sing the blessings of their tunes

When mercies come down like showers of rain

And hearts dance to the rhythm of joyful veins.

 

That was the day, we were born

That was the day we’ve chosen to come.

 

On that day,

When Intelligence and wisdom give away

And knowledge and understanding parade the bay

When eloquence and diligence march all the way

And wits and words bear the flag for the day

When talents and brilliance hold the sway

And ingenuity gathers drum and flute to play

That was the day we were born, that day…

 

When Kola and bitter nuts performed the rites

To pray many days and longer days to bite

When honey, salt and sugar were never scarce

To pray for a rosy life and a prosperous pies

When Alligator peppers stay knitted in their brownish shell

To pray for good words from all that they tell.

 

The day is today,

When the gods raise up their goblets in celebration

And angels blow the trumpet for a Birthday song.

Today is the day,

When we look back on those covered races

And climb ANOTHER STEP OF TIME.

 

OREDOLA IBRAHIM

C. 2013

 

…..A poem by a very special birthday mate : a poet and much more……

OUR GENERATION

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Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Was how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn’t come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around
(Read from bottom to top now)

Reading from bottom to top, the poem reads:

Unless we turn things around
That might be true,
People thought we couldn’t come back
We knew that
Was a joke.
Working hard
Was how we handled our problems.
Giving up
Is something we never did.
Changing our world for the better
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Forgetting about that time,
Is a dumb thing to do.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is the way to go.
Living only for money and power
Is a waste. And we know
We actually succeeded
Thinking that
Our generation was a failure.
That is wrong, the truth is
We were the peak of mankind.
Never will anybody say,
Our generation will be known for nothing.

Poems like this remind us that the future of our society lies in its youth. The fact that such words can come out of a 14-year-old’s mouth demonstrates that today’s youth can be brave and ambitious with big dreams for the world. After all, only by believing you can change the world will you actually do.

UPDATE: From further research, it looks like this poem was very much inspired by Jonathan Reed and the original poem, “The Lost Generation”.

JONATHAN REED’S VERSION

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.

Now read it again in reverse.

Which generation do you belong in?

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