Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Tag: Change

WIND OF CHANGE

My country Nigeria, it stank, Horribly, of nauseating and utterly revolting odors, Odors of numberless putrefying corpses that oozed, Of things long dead and callously left unburied, Things like trust, equality, fair play and justice, Things killed by corruption, tribalism, and religious bigotry, Untold poverty brushed our teeth, with lack we played, Until they came with promises of change. They assured us of succor from our many sorrows, And we listened, by God we listened attentively, More...

IGONI BARRETT’S BLACKASS – OJUJU’S TAKE

What would you do if you woke up one morning and discover your skin color or sex has changed? Furo Warimbuko, a young job seeker wakes up from his bed one morning to realize he’s now Caucasian, and absconds from home in order to escape the embarrassment of an inquisition into his inexplicable transformation from his family. His new ‘oyinbo’ life takes him on an unlikely course from the sleepy Lagos surburb of Egbeda to the flashy and expensive lifestyle of Lekki. There, he learns to deal More...

PENDULIFE

Life is a bed, Half of nails, and another half of roses red. It changes seasons, Does usually without warning, From the sweetly soothing to painful sting, Of joy to mourning. Whatever life brings, Live it still, with thanksgiving Chin up, hang in there till it swings, As it will, nothing lasts forever, so it is written. The chill of winter precedes the thaw of spring, And joy comes in the morning... Selah!   Picture credits - Amity More...

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