LINES AND VERSES

Sitting across him His silhouette dense like the night His cigar lighting the dark. It almost felt sacred As smoke-like incense rose. I could feel my legs shaking; yea my knees quaking I couldn’t bear to look up I didn’t dare breathe out My nails dug deep into the mattress I didn’t think I could let go Minutes ago I bore my soul To he who swore my soul mate he’ll be: For then, for now, for always! “…these little things; they matter More than the golds of this earth, More than Its silvers and diamonds alike” I had left for my room There to groan and brood Of love so Slim but true Of life so short but sweet Then… The buzz and bam! my heart froze. My phone his number ‘n name showed. Perhaps tonight dreams come true Perhaps tonight they’ll be shattered. Alas, his voice Cut clearly through my thots and in that moment, I knew: a new dawn! Of love so sweet now sour Of times too short now gone Of ...

It wasn’t about those millions But me. It wasn’t about the gush of pleasure, The inflammation of passion, Which ignited that blind dash for survival Or those late arrivals. It was about…me. That I didn’t end up nourishment for tissues Or an issue with issues, That I won that fallopian race With enviable grace Didn’t make me lucky! If I could, I would have spoken In words not yet formed: I wasn’t lucky, I was blessed! ©2011, Jude Ifeme

There’s something in the morning sun Not smiling back today There’s violence in every gun Terror in innocence way A trigger-happy cop Whips up a vengeful mob Another beautiful soul blown to early grave And a horde of ruthless cops won’t let the people grieve ©2011, Jude Ifeme January 31st 2011, a woman shot in cold blood by a policeman for being a civilian, unarmed and innocent.

To speak in tongues truly ours Our voices echoed across space And time and minds Unhindered,uncompromised Laden with unspoken words We groan in anticipation of The birth of freedom, Your fall. ©2011, Jude Ifeme

Come, come, come O' come Wisdom for the mind And vision for the blind The shame of a nation The call for liberation Mourning for the dead Confusion for the led Come O'days of bloodless ambitions Come all people regardless of religions The sand of earth The colour of blood The soul of man The breath of air Come O'come Wisdom for the mind And vision for the blind Come for we have so much to see... Jude Ifeme

Singing yet a new song We rise From the ashes of dead dreams We rise We are the voices of reason We arise with whispers of rhyme For we summon the seasons Jude Ifeme

You could hear my silent protests, if you listened. But I hearken to your whistle, bow to your idiosyncrasies, render my dignity in non-reciprocated measures. I am a dog on a string, training my fangs, listening to my leash and lapping your feet - waiting for the day of selective amnesia. Jude Ifeme