Showing posts with label Somto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Somto. Show all posts

Monday, October 3, 2011

Nigeria

An Independence Day collabo by Shai, Somto & Mikesfrequency (me) 


Shai:
My name is North
Often misunderstood, but not a nut
Royally born, I strut flaunting my glittering crest,
Hence, my name I believe comes first.


Stand aside brothers! Be in my way and I have no choice
But to come at you with my brute force
Why I ask, do you connive so?
You whom I have loved dearly so

My steps I have since re-traced
Back to ways nearly effaced
Let it be known, this is my new creed
Your turn to make a choice or bleed

East, West and South my brethren
Always cuddling to that felon called master
Forgetting we took a solemn oath together
My hands touching the totem first
Here you are treating me poorly, while we tear at each other
Born and bred by the same mother
I wonder if either you East, South or West do remember..

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I am the West
And I have known you from birth
But, how did we come to this pass?
Where we set out to maim and cause each other death?

From birth I knew you
Remember we gathered and sang an anthem?
Pledging each other love and oneness
Our lips now fill with sourness.

Our hearts turn to hatred
And our pride still we hold sacred
Even if tattered and much battered
I wonder if you know what I do in my head.

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Somto:
I am East and I know what you do in your head.
I can feel all the negative tension from your end
For a sin they say we are soaked in.
A sin no one sees but everyone believes in.

We live together; even the houses don’t mind our differences.
So why is our friendship choked by our tribal influences?
Why can’t I see you and call you ‘Nwannem’?
Why do I look at you and spit out the words ‘enyim’?

Same color, same likes, same dance, same beat
Same sound as the mortar and the pestle meet
Yet we struggle with not just the north,
Now we battle even within the same hut.

My clock is ticking
When will East meet West?
And the battle feet come to a rest?
When will the east meet the South
And the gun fire is less than a sound?
When will the east meet North?
And we all gather for a palm wine shot?
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Mikesfrequency:
I am the South

Hold it North! Tread softly on my grounds
Your lust has gone beyond bounds
East stay away from my toil
West, don’t dare touch my oil.

We are children of the night
War songs under the moonlight
Darting suspicious eyes, each tribe apart
Once upon a time, we were many voices with one heart

Labours of our heroes forgotten fast
A lost cliché in some memory past
We’re one lasting choice from together
Our hearts beating in unison forever
Moving beyond nomenclature, no criteria
No East, West, South or North, just one Nigeria!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Space by Somto S. Okeke

This is not the hole in my mind
Or the distance in my steps.
It has nothing to do with the gap in my thoughts,
Or the galaxies in their orbits.

SPACE

I am not talking about the pressing of bodies in the mall,
Or the sharing of smell in the elevator.
I sit in the bus, nodding my head to the beat of the music,
While my feet is disrespecting the floor.
I put my hand by the corner of the broken window,
And the old woman beside me looks at me like an intruder.
She just doesn’t get it; she wasn’t created to be alone
She wasn’t created to have her space, for her space is my space.


No need to ask  God for proof,
For the proof is right in front of us.
The air you inhaled is the one I exhaled,
The money you gave the alaye is the one he gave me as change,
And the thief you chased away is the one that robbed my aboki,
 You passed your exams, and I got the injection,
You failed your exams and the pothole burst my tyre.

‘You are invading my space’ I say to you
‘So why are you on my road?’ You ask me
It is a waste of time to fight for space,
For we have created everything that invades space,
And when God created Adam, HE always comes for a-visiting
The only thing spacious about space is the space they taught us in computer school.

There is nothing called space for we are in each other's face.