Once we were slaves
Sold to the tragedy of life
Beaten by the rain of sorrow
Sailed on the boat of difficulty
Lost in the forest of fear
Found in the middle of confusion
Where frustration became our new names
Our minds were chained with lies
So we sang songs with bitter lyrics
Tears dripping from our eyes for our mothers
We danced the dance made for our fathers
And fought battles with defeated weapons
But only the brave lived to tell the stories
Of how we watched our sons sold to slavery,
Taken for hard labor, trained to be warriors
Who grew up to kill their own
We watched our daughters getting raped
Our wives taken by other men and our children died
We longed for freedom, like a child for its mother’s breastmilk
But slavery taught us that true strength
Is not in defeating the weak
Gabriel Dkings hails from Benue state. He is currently based in Suleja, Niger state. He is also a writer, spoken word poet, and a creative mind.
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Our #MCM for the week is Saddiq Dzukogi @SaddiqDzukogi. His collection of poems, “Your Crib, My Qibla”, has earned rave reviews since its recent publication.
Award-winning poet, Ilya Kaminsky, describes it as a “stunning, memorable book”!
You had your voice,
yet silence was your outburst ..."
In this #poem, Ojo Emmanuel writes about loss, grief, and the long painful journey to healing. It is a sad, sensational poem & worth the #read.
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Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
Kindly read, comment and share☺️😘.