Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

 A poet called to share his testimony how his audio was played yesterday in a very "jabronic" almost insignificant radio station. Another poet sent me a recording of his voice performing on stage that was played on TV... not so local a television station, but very far below standard. A fan told me how he listened to   Dike   Chukwumerije's poem on radio in Lagos and waited for mine until he slept off. I also saw posts of a lot of my poet friends and students narrating how they enjoyed air play yesterday. Oh, I also remember that I was one of the poet invited to perform in a very local television station in Port Harcourt 2 years ago and how when we were done, the staff in charge came and said to me,  'anything for the boys?'  I laughed but he was damn serious.  The other poets who had attended the on air meeting previous years calmly said to me that it's normal. They narrated how they've always, 'dropped' something to 'oil their ...

For Africa of tomorrow, we creed, for the love of our father's land we must fight a fight worthy of praise. We have learned to mask the sun, we have learned to cover the sky for our creed to be heard by all and all. For Africa of tomorrow, we must not cry again, For Mandela shall come again for free. Our cries shall not again break the dawn, for the whispering of cricket is heard far and wide so shall our laughter silence sorrows. New era has come with a palm wine of smiles, Streaming the fate of every African to goodness. For the love of Africa, we shall sing again, plant trees of faithfulness and understanding. We are born with tradition and culture, we have pregnant lands waiting for tomorrow, and we must handle every tide that brings memories into the bosom of our breastful heart. And history of agonies must not go back with the loneliness in our mouths. For the brightness of our surrounding is hope, the black race of our minds is t...

This is a land of lands where dreams are planted in the longing eyes of a child. Lives are redefined for societal upliftment, children build castles on the seashore and watch the passage of tradition and culture from the custodians to the younger ones. We speak of those tales under the moonlight, grace the festivities hopping in around villages. Boys stay uphills to tell girls tale of prestige, Girls gather in the stream to sing and dance. When boys come,  they run here and there madly to cover their innocent nakedness  We watch the elders chew kola nuts under the setting of the old rugged sun. Children remember the farmland like their palm, the dreadful thunder,  they chase with a curse. Hopeful land AFRICA is a land of expression. We sweep clean our hearts with love. Our skin colours are our proud name, no full flame,  next fall, next rise joyfully, With love and n...

carving their names on the world’s flesh like scars, they won’t waste their breath on the news of dead men. if there are things humans should learn, it is how to leave their emotions out of the equations uncourtly, Keep an eye on their flank, naturally and neutrally. under a worried sky, the wind striped, blood shattered, not in this rat hole shall children learn to sip passage of rotten loyalty from their fathers. through sun and through shadows, we’ll walk by the side of the sun. the sky, the earth’s fate is bound till eternity, If that up goes down, the other is a reminiscence of forgetfulness which is seen in the heart of women. we can heal each other, we can reclaim perpetuity, a fable told from the book of Azra, trust issues but not in the cuddled care of mother fate whose template Of love swells and faints at the sight of an oblong face. let’s man this forest of people that beloved hatred, let this castle of cruelty home you after the nigh...

In the face of pleasure violence swims against the tide The world hears The bed cries It was dusk  He sinks deeper Her moan rages cockerel sounded it was dawn He conquers eve rushes to the temple Water the garden    the man lives

Dark speeches Haunted monsters They killed They cursed We drifted to oblivion. Happy in silence Kissed the monsters Killed their home Merry on the mountain Lost in the glory South is blood Monsters are honored Sing with strange tongue The dead cannot conquer. (c)Omoruyi Uwuigiaren https://web.facebook.com/notes/h3cpublishers/monsters-by-omoruyi-uwuigiaren/1779559962261453

THE CRUSADER by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren Ageless forest of legs Wrote frustration on the face of the old earth Our foes saw nothingness in their stupor In the midst of million brags The Rock of Gilbraltha is here A scrawny hero His feet cannot hurt a fly Yet wrecking the hills on the highway A feat for few His smile humbles the darkness Bliss embraces the weak And cockerels sounded it was dawn THE VICTIMS by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren The night walked away Lost in the sea of rage Gloom was her conqueror Yesterday has gone Singing on the hills Another day has come Our prey was her meal The heart of the cruel evening It was a troll A thousand sparrows has fallen The ones we cherish Silence of the saddest grave AGAINST ALL ODDS by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren We are not here to growl The bald faint Anxiety rages in the brook Succumb to the flood Kissed the bare chest of the earth Misery at dawn The least wailed Soldier's legs betrayed him No one saw the ow...