River Niger
Many rivers join up to the River Niger,
As it flows along many West African countries to reach up to the sea;
Port Harcourt will give you the clue because,
The Niger Delta meets up the Atlantic Ocean with love and care.
River Niger has been a lot of benefits to the West African People,
And out of the Niger Delta comes Oil to satisfy Nigerian people!
The Africans have benefited from this oil and the World as well,
And of the routes of the River Niger to settle many people as their homes;
For ths river is very important to us all in Africa and the world over.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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President Goodluck
President Goodluck of Nigeria,
What news do you have for the Nigerians?
For many are already dead and gone in the name of the oil fields in the Niger Delta!
But the trees are still standing and watching us all on this issue.
Try to put things right to save your own people from the Niger Delta,
For the Niger Delta means a lot to the Nigerians and the world at large;
So i am ready to hear more positive news on this issue about the Niger Delta.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Best
The best gift in the world comes
from the best part of the world
and the best part of the world comes from Africa,
and the best part of Africa comes from west Africa and the best part
of west Africa comes from Nigeria,
and the best part of Nigeria comes
from Niger delta,
and the best part of Niger delta
comes from Delta State and the
best part of Delta State comes
from Warri,
and the best part of Warri comes from my community and
the best thing that has happened
in my community is you&me.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Berg
River Nile,
River Niger,
River Congo and,
The Orange River of Africa!
How can you bring me closer to my lover?
For i am now lost in the bush of love;
And like Berg in the land of many sorrows.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Une.. Fille...Que.. J'ai Aimé....
i am a knee urgently fix me niger
me
kill me my tiger....i need to swim
and you catch me...
babi tiger...
my nigger...
my savior, my hesus...
i need your head...TO BE STUFF ED so you
can
FLOOD ME WITH KNEWLEDGE
so
I WILL FLOOD YOU WITH MY HOT WATER...
now...
1x1=1!
? ?
cause babi niger....i am the one....
do you get that
babi jesus not Hesus...niger...
i am north affrica....
not chad...zambabi bwo boo wahaba babi
papa babi....niger, ....
fela
I MEAN THE SINGER fela....
but i swim
YOU CATCH ME
I LOVE
YOU
YOU DO
I DO NOT...
SORRY! !
THIS IS AMERICA BABI....
IT IS TAFF.....AND I AM STAFF MEMBER TOO...
babi i am an african tiger
i am a niggar..
poem by Atef Ayadi
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I know a river
I know a river;
long before I began to hold a pen
those days of-
-'twinkle, twinkle little star'
I know a river;
A river of words;
not river-benue or river-niger
But its a river that flows in human-imagination
And a paper is made as a boat
-paddled with pen
To sail a message to the earth
From heaven's gate
-a lullaby to the infant and wise-words to the adult
I know a river;
Shakespeare and others've been to the river
-they took their bathe and left
Today,
Here I stood by the river bank,
With my colleagues Akewusola habib, Oludipe samuel,
muhammad-ahmad
-Rasak-malik-Gbolahan, Randy michael, Oloidi kingfemi and others
In the young of our days
Bathing in the river of words
Though we're nude in the river
But we're clothe with our imaginations
I know a river;
A river from solomon's source
Now I am swimmer,
-in its floods
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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Season Africa
Seasons africa
Africa! my home..
The sole of peace
Your brothers are now your fathers
Your sisters are now your mothers
Your mild wind is becoming hot
Your silence is now becoming scanty
Your leaders are just like your seasons
The raining and the summer interchanges
Yet! many terminating roles
Your resources are now your leaders sources
Africa! if the raining season comes...
Try to debar them out
Never let them linger
Let thunder strike them
And wash them accros river niger and river beneu
In the west and all the province
You are wealthiest
Call your loyal children and talk to fill their heart
Africa, you are the giant
Call your children...
Rise Up, Nigeria
Nigeria,
Giant of the blackworld
Created as a trigger
For the development of Africa.
On your skies
Are the brightness of the sun
And the illumination of the moon.
Within your belly flows the Niger.
Inside your womb criss-crosses Benue
All meandering to form a confluence
And proceeds to the Niger creeks
Excreting great alluvia
That makes our land fertile.
Nigeria,
Beautiful land of the savannah
A land adorns with evergreen forests
An earth crust emiting ceaseless wealth
A land that vomits immeasurable blackgold
Making nations to flow to you daily
For their survival
Nigeria, great nation!
Nigeria, good people!
Other nations romances you
They wish they are like you
They dream to have half of your resources
Natios hope to to have your resources
Rise up, great nation!
Stand up, good people!
African nations look towards you.
Blackworld beacons that you take the lead.
Do not allow these talennts to waste
Stamp out corruption in your midst.
Rise against violence.
Let schism be foreign.
Let's join hands together,
Let's take our place, again
Arise, Nigeria,
Arise, great people.
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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A man who lives on the banks of the Niger should not wash his hands with spittle.
Chidi
Of the Niger Delta crises and the love of your muse,
And like the 'Ekiti Elections crises' to clear my view;
But greater in merit is what i need from you my love,
Because the whole world is watching us.
To bring forth the bud of your love to me and,
Shedding no tears of love on this matter;
For my name is Chidi from the land of the crises,
A place where i found my lover.
Oh my beautiful one,
You are the right one in my eyes;
And my vineyard of love is set for you only.
Do i need to nag you my love?
And out of the thick forest with the red stew;
But try to eat nothing unclean to night,
For i have more that meets your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An African writer
I am an african writer
with the melodious lyric
flowing rivers of endless music
with words filled banks
of rhythmic juice
I am an african writer
the flower with the sweetest nectar
colourful juices of flowing oceans
oceans of endless streams
I am an african writer
dwelling by the shrine
in earnest worship to the gods of poetry
invoking my elders before me
warlord of the verbal war
I am an african writer
born with a pot of words
Caressed with the river of the niger
And burnt with the power of endless chatter
I am an african writer
With dead digits and ancient inks
Torn sheets with flee bugs
bestow to a journey of endless music
And beautiful heritage
I am an african writer!
Forged with letters and blood of lines
Strange eyes to a stories side
And rewarded with the gift of true sight!
poem by Venessa Ambrose
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Niger is not an isolated island of desperation. It lies within a sea of problems across Africa - particularly the 'forgotten emergencies' in poor countries or regions with little strategic or material appeal.
quote by Desmond Tutu
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Delta Blues
From Mali to Memphis,
And of the odyssey of the West Africans in the name of slavery;
But today, a Blackman has made it to the top! !
Yes, the 44th U.S. President,
And like the Delta Blues with the petals of love.
Do not let your spirit down my friend!
But go for your dreams always by working towards them;
And from the sandy banks of the rivers of West Africa,
But the spirit of the slavery still lives on.
Delta Blues,
To be stoned to death of to be shot with arrows;
But slavery came in and took them away!
And like a premature birth to my people,
However, you will surely reach the heights if you surely believe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dams On The Cuyahoga
Just west
of the Lake,
meanders
the burning river.
The river
in my dreams.
The river on fire.
The river
that oozes
rather than flows.
The river
in which
a person
does not drown
but decays.
And there
the river sits,
waiting for me
to come back home.
poem by Holden Solo
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Women and love
Let me a seat in your mind my friend
To sit and share with you what've experienced
Is all about women and love
My friend, don't fall in love
But stand firm in love
Because those that fell in love yesterday
They're mentally injured today
In the street today,
-they're the able casualties of divorce
While those that stood, are the pillar of peace
My friend, love is dangerous
Also some women are poisonous
Many men have tasted them and died
Coz women aren't toast bread
Which you can just eat and be satisfied
My friend, don't give woman all your heart
Because little you gave to her, she'll toy with it
She'll cook your heart
Till you're dead
Before you're being buried,
She'll cleave to another man from the royals
Listen, women are not mere rivers
-That men can just take their baths
They're as deep as river Niger
My friend, if truely you've lost in her river
O you need money before you can cross over
My friend, women don't recognise love but money
All because bridges over their rivers are bricks covered with money
Don't be in haste to love
Since you must love
Finally, my friend let my words flood your veins
And be wise like tortoise
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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Where Is The River?
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or somewhere else
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or hidden under the ground
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or safe inside the cave
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or still far away
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or up above the cloud
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or out of our reach
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or trickling on the rock
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or gathering in the pool
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or down over the cliff
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or just sight of illusion
Where is the river?
Is it here
Running in your eyes
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or sudden flood in the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dr. Elias
I am Dr. Elias and,
I have seen many vehicles overloaded with cargoes!
But come to my side like the 'Highway No.1',
For many are the accidents which have killed many.
This is like a mother who is ready to kill the unborn baby,
And of a world full of rules;
But you can always make a difference from others,
Because the death toll from the vehicles are more than that of the plane crashes.
My love to you is like the swearing in ceremony at the 'Manhyia Palace',
But come to me and learn from what i have experienced in this life;
And i am ready to love you like the River Niger.
This world is full of troubles and we don't know how to control some of them,
With bombs in Libya killing many and of the nuclear disaster in Japan! !
But i am Dr. Elias and i have to teach you when you do visit me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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Mama Africa's Identity
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Fulanis and the Fulbes;
But the Savannah and the Sahara are here to stay in Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Dogons and the Shilluks;
And of the cowries usedas money in those days,
But the identities of the African are in many faces.
It is like a durbar in Africa and,
At the market plac to meet others;
But a visit to the tomatoes market in Ghana will tell you much.
Mama African's identity,
And like 'the Golden Stool' of the Ashanti Kingsdom!
But wait for the dried-fish on the coasts of Africa.
Visit St. Louis in the delta of Senegal and learn about the ways of the African,
For my home i in El Molo;
And like Mama Africa's identity praising my muse.
Mama African's identity,
And of the pygmies in Central Africa!
But i have my mind on the Rift Valley,
And like the mirror of the rivers, lakes and the seas of Africa! !
The Massai and the Dinka do play their roles,
And like the Nubaians in South Sudan;
But with the temperature above 40 degrees in most parts of Africa.
Mama Africa's identity,
And like a message to my lover in Lalibala;
For early in the morning came the leopards to drink some water,
But a visit to Mount Meru will entice you.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Zulus and the Rendilles;
But the Afars are here to blend with the dry land.
Mama Africa's identity,
With the rhythms and rituals of the Africans!
And like the tribes of Ovambo, Herero, Xhosa, Shona and Matabele.
And like the Bemba, the Tonga and the Ovaimbundu!
But the red land of Africa care for you all.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of River Limpopo in the mist of love;
But try to visit the Victoria Falls to satisfy your curiosity.
Mama Africa's identity,
And of the Himbas with their traditional dance;
But the Kikuyu, the Hutu, the Tutsi and the Hambukushu are also there,
For Africa is a very big continent for all of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Red Carpet
Like a thunderous storms it sounded
Turning our heart blacked as coal
And our soil turned madder red
So it looked like a fine red carpet
On which our destiny now walk
Like a desert journey where men hardly talk
Peaceful we once lived like days and nights
Where our sun, moon, and stars equally shared
Down the river Niger we once derived our prides
In our millions like the peaceful troops of world war II
This is long before I came
Now that we lost the possessions of the game
Like players on green field
Ours has turned red field
Not by replacement, but bloodshed
Our proudly green-white-green flag has turned red
Where we rushed to see our leaders
We only met mere readers
Saw the missing sunday sun
Some rants while others raves
But only the victims families truly mourned
And I, who saw the red rainfalls
Must I swim through this strange flood?
In this mighty river Nile, but it is bLood...
poem by Naseeru Taneemu Annuree
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