NAIJA KREATIVES

I hope this poem will serve as stairs to the sky. I hope these rhymes will catch your eyes, I hope my hypnotic words will wing you to fly. Fearlessly glitter in the dark and rise! Yesterday, you slayed Like the Cyclops of the Odyssey. The moon is in your eyes, The land of your lineament is rainy, The dark wind has dusted for you, A castle of bewilderment. Dimmed gold of a dog's life, roomed your fate. Stretched to your hand is a tightrope, Of a rebirth of the mighty Phoenix. Dance to the rhythm of new hope. Gloomy days and tears are bounded. Here is the key to the new beginning gate. A painting of a new smile On your fair face. I hope this poem is a kiss of life. I hope this poem brings a new lease on life. Try this time, remembering these words. Try this time, remembering, This is your time and moment. Try this time, remembering, There is a God. Bennie S. Alan is a Liberian writer, musical artist, poet, and storyteller from Monrovia. Inspired by his mother and grandmother, he bega...

In Nigeria, we don't have light. Common sense is trampled upon and thrown into the bin So that  to pick it up or wash and iron it's rumpled shirt, there's no light to do the laundry Only a fire that burns to ashes. It hurts. I come from a land of the night Where vision has lost its sight No human rights or a sense of what is right No hope to rewrite our poverty streaked plight. This is where darkness reigns And tears are the rains that water our crops When pain triggers it to drop Our children carry their dreams in bowls of darkness Chanting up Nepa up nepa A prayer to the man upstairs to send us LIGHT at least for a WHILE I come from a land of many churches Where we ride on as pretended horses Lying lazily on lonely lanes and street corners  With a huge cross mounting our centres Blind folded men of God running helter skelter to raise money for generators Because there is no power to the microphones that blare the good news They do not mind ...