Jaachi Writes

The Timeline of Agbada, Etibo and Babariga 1960 agbada and babariga etibo and babariga never had we a man in suit piloting the affairs of the nation 1966 khaki and berets swagger and muskets one takes down the other from one military junta to another 2015 since we didn't possess sense when electing another babariga can we have sense and at least get a suit wearing president in power? all preceding presidents wore no suits, because of beer guts and pot belly? 2019 this grand pa, though senile and rail thin is neither wearing suits nor brain than suits 2023 shouldn't we, at least, for tomorrow's sake elect a man on suit who wouldn't ganduje the treasuries in his babariga? maybe it's the suit that'll break the jinx #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

POEM 346:  i am about to mock my ignorance it's okay if you cannot stifle the laugh i'd be better off, because i write. i'm unaware, isn't it the trend? about the working of a court, of scribbling porn, i was convicted, by the church, without the court by god, i swear, i meat no Ham 'twas a harmless play on words, 'you're exCUMmunicated' moaned the church, well, i dragged 'em to the court my counsel is a good lawyer, the prosecutor had a fiery temper, 'he's a sinner!' moaned Padre still 'i've not seen her!' i argued still there was a minor chaos, we stood erect, trading words, the church and i, not one would bulge the judge banged his gavel so hard, it tickled the giant church bell "udder, udder" he moaned aloud i whispered audibly to barrister Chris , "a wrap of akpu, egusi, kanda and a can of coke". i placed my order, because horngry nice judge, he knows the bard be broke #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician   ...

POEM 341: FACEBOOK Blessed be Facebook, who goes around doing good. It may not make the lame to walk But it does make the dumb to talk. Now every opinionated fellow sit their sorry asses on a bed of stone log on to Facebook and let their fingers run mad here, there, everywhere, about this and that Blessed be Facebook, who goes around doing good. It might not share evenly, common sense, but it inspires me to write 365 poems Now everyone wants to be like me writing stuff about things subtly becoming addicted to pun eros gospel, the new Macedonian call Blessed be Facebook who goes around doing good. At this point, my muse left me, the next verse is yours to ink... #OPASFEDAS #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

POEM 335: SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER Mungo Park River Niger let me be the Mungo Park and you the River Niger let me wander from distant lands up north into the Atlantic, find you still and virgin, by the Delta let me sail into your wet embrace as your spirit beckons, draw me in deeper down your depth, until our souls become one let me row fingers on your skin who knows, I might discover the corals that sit beneath the depth of your ebony let me colonize your body, spirit, soul let me be yours alone to own #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

POEM 330: IF EVER I DANCE If ever, I find time and courage, to dance in public stare I'd dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill, but with reckless abandon and orgasmic enjoyment, oblivious of peering eyes, jeering peers, and lips in sneeriness Until that fateful day, when I shall mock my stiff bones, with the intention of silly merriness, proudly, I remain my best mirror dancer ever. this is not a poem call it whatever #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 316: JOHNNY Prelude: Life can be a challenge;  of that there is no doubt. But If we cannot laugh at ourselves, life will become a dull and stifling experience. We could ease up and laugh away the stress and hurt and all. Life is pretty hard, I know, but if we take a moment to stop and see the joke, we can change our entire day. Those that take life seriously, may see humor as an obstacle in our paths. But the truth is this: jokes are funny because they contain an ounce of truth about life that would not be able to be shown through any other medium, other than sarcasm, satire or comedy. This is not a poem, it's funny, for the sake of laughs, but the funniest part of all, is none of this is funny to me, it's reality, The Poem: Johnny Johnny 'Yes, Papa' Graduate now? 'Yes, Papa' Job in company? 'Yes, Papa' Too much work? 'Yes, Papa' Stress much? 'Yes, Papa' Family life fun? 'No, Papa' BP sugar? 'High, Papa' Yearly Bonus?...

POEM 293: THIS IS NOT A POEM Someday, when again I satire political events around the Niger area I'll write a poem on Baba Adamawa featuring Dede Anambra. In this poem of mine, which shall be written in due time, shall be words that mean a thing, two things and many other things. I shall scribble about an Atikulate Obituary where all divides shall lie in state, in a faux cemetery: Her rite foul place. I promise, there'll be no play on wards in this future poem of mine. And if you hold me by my words, friend, the blame wouldn't be mine. This is not a poem #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 278: OGBUOHA ONE! Behold your king, Ogbuoha one! Crowned with the colour of blood He whose head mocks the crown with policies that impoverishes. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one! Clutching the sacred ofor He who desecrates the throne and makes, a pebble, the rock of Aso. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one! Clad in the colour of blood He who silenced the Voice of us with a thousand reptilians - Afara. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one! Adorned in cosmetic smiles He who mocks the rest of us with a spectacle of illusions. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one! Behold your king! Igbo kwenu! He comes with myth and gory! Oburu ma anyi kwenu. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 259: ROSES & VIOLETS Roses are red Violets are blue Honey is sweetness and so are you But the roses are wilted and the violets dead. Honey's lost its sweetness just like your lack of sense. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy. Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 201: APC The real APC We do not defect. Our carpets are landmarks No leg can cross its path. We're legit, not looters Even sin hate us! We all are speakers. We own words. Lay ambush on us and we'll walk right through you with spoken words. Why so blue? We are the sky. When you lose your white green to red patches on Jos hills just look up to us. You can call us gods. Why open palms? Demanding for bribe? No! We're beckoning on our bride, your senses, come let's save the land! How long shall bonded broomsticks take us for a ride? Y'all witches? What are we saying? We too wonder why. Why do politicians make APC vain? We are the real APC we do not defect. Our words might be just poetry but we speak not in vain. Our word is our bond We don't run the mace. We are the real APC Aba Poetry Club The other na fake! Go get your PVC and some pint of sense. -------------------------------------------- Photo credit: Porient ART & Media #365DaysOfPoetry #AbaPoetryClub ...