Sample Poems


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A Place of Fun and Evil

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Why is the world round?

How does it sound?

Why hills?

And why steel?

Who accounts for gold?

And weathers so cold?

Look at white and black

You’ll know there is light and dark

Man is on two legs

Animals or four pegs

Eyes make us see

Though they haven’t letter C

Why all the wonders?

It always makes me ponder

Sure there is God

Some differ with what they’ve got

But still he’s almighty

Who made the world so mighty.




The gentle steps did go

Of an African Black beauty

Her heels with partial embrace

With the artwork of a trained builder

Bore along all she was and had.

Her face carrying a gentle smile

Sent hot cocks on self inspection

As though they were a guard of honour.

Every part was in order

Their shapes and sizes just proportional

To that slender well shaped structure

That even clergies got wet at.

She went, and on, and on, she went

Alighting her trail with warmth and lust.

No mannequin so natural

Had caused men to bother

About a backyard movement

That almost stopped the time.

She was a black…black beauty

A good black angel

Never alluded to in Almighty’s literature

A beauty in the heart of black Africa

With black Africa portrayed in all her beauty




I am in the nippy of frustration

I shiver with uncertainty

And question the state of my tomorrow

I…like a parrot, prate

To console my being

That there is hope as there is life.



I sail through with kraw-kraw infested body

And purge in my toga

Like a nappy-less baby.

My eyes are red

And salty water drips down my cheeks

With no handkerchief to dry.



I call all day long

For you to come

But your back to me you give.

A thought of which makes me to cry

And wet my shirt all day with tears.



Here at the junction my days I spend

I see the north, I see the south

I see the east, I see the west

But the way to joy, I see not.



I am the sheep

You are the shepherd

But what use is the shepherd

Whose lost sheep he wants not?

Here is my hand stretched out to you

Hold me now and save me

Yes! Save me lord.

1) kraw-kraw: Nigerian slang for scabies                       (2002)



God made the trees

A home for the birds

And a far dream for the tortoise


God made the waters

An empire for the fish

In which the rats die


God made the grass

That houses the snakes

But scares the wall geckos


God made the sky

An impossibility for the dogs

But a gymnasium for the eagles


God made salt

Good food for the horse

But real hell for the worms


God made everything the best

For his creation

And the worst

For his creation



Frustration kills our aspirations

Ch?meurliness ideals away our days

Franclessness turns us into gate-post beggars

Thus even to Caesar, ours, we can’t give.


Up there ever; African fuhrers say.

Down here at least, helpless voices call

Lazaruses abound

And even the crumps from the rich man’s plate

To us, would not reach.


Here brothers are Rick Shaw leaders

Moved only when pulled

And pulling, many believe beats all prescriptions.


But is vox populi, no longer vox dei?

When our curses and cries stagnate?

Where then is ruler of heaven/earth

Whose ear a pad has seemingly filled?

And our prayers to us bounce back

Adding to these torture from Cam-no-go leaders


Let a Hanno come

Let a Moses come

And let the red sea to our backs belong.

(13 SEPT. 1997)

1)    Ch?meurliness: coined from the French word ch?meur meaning unemployed or jobless.

2)    Franclessness: Coined to mean lack of money or poor. Lack of the currency francs. 



Like a dream

She got up from slumber

Threw off her borrowed clothes

And ate from her calabash

A calabash born and bred in her.


She pushed out her forceful love maker

And re-became the mistress of her home

Her children in one house gathered,

Embraced one and other as tradition require

While others bowed in respect for elders.


She was dressed by her children in fine, fine

Homemade fibres, dyed and coloured in rainbow.

Her shoes became of hairy animal skin

And in her home was displayed ebony carved sculptures.

From her hand was seized her bazooka

And in it replaced an olive branch


All went to farm together

All ate together

All lived together

In a community spiced with love,

Understanding and co-operation


There was a head

And there was hierarchy

Hierarchy in age

All the African style


This was the dream

How she got up from slumber.



Slow beast of mystic powers

In land of thousand flowers

Mysterious from its walk

Though it doesn’t talk

Every power it owns

Puzzles when it is on

As many who do perceive

Store what they’ve received


Some say it’s green

Even when it puts on no grin

While others claim it’s yellow

But for sure it doesn’t bellow

Its name is Chameleon

And there’s no camel lion

But claims it is fatter

Than wall gecko which is flatter


Kids don’t dare to see

This creature with a C

How it journeys up a tree

Whether in years, two or three

For fear of colour dup

A bad luck that never drops

Such is black African view

That the world never knew.



Night has come

And the day has gone

The streets are empty

And the beds are full.

Dreams will come

To spice the night

And the blanket is there

To give me warmth


The lights are off

And Now I go

To my wonderland

I love so well.

I sing

And dance

And laugh and play

In the land of flowers

And sweet smells.


Day is broken

Again for me

And now my time

To go to school.

School is sweet

And the day is good

But the night…

The best

I want to have. 

END    (By author Larry Bate Takang) © All Copyrights Reserved