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REMIND ME OF BOYS AGAIN by John Chizoba Vincent


Whose mind are gold of thoughts,
Those who empty their lives into the nostril
of a sudden wind but never returned home
They went far away as broken dusts
In a world of action and reaction,
Don't fear the man behind his
deeds fear the victims
But boys are too hollow to be left behind,
They are the authors and finishers who
no one celebrates.

Dreams are buried,
Aspirations packed up,
Boys do not have thrones,
But girls have more to breath.

Girls are queens,
they make it to Forbes most valued,
Because to be truly relevant is remaining
a girl; a victim of circumstances...

History has been long designed by the society,
She made girls like her win wars with tears,
Who cares about the fallen?
The boys are always painted with frown,
Remind yourself of boys who reek havoc on themselves trying to imitate themselves.

The whole society is based on lies,
Of boys who are Heroes and kings,
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1, Stop Counting people's blessings ~ It is interesting to admire your friend's success, but don't try to compare and contrast, you're different persons and your paths have been mapped out. When the temptation to compare especially on bad days fingers my eyelids, I pull out my gratitude journal and write out five things I'm grateful for. It could be as little as being able to keep to time or even for being mentioned in a good will comment by a friend.
Being grateful opens us up for more.

2, Try Leadership and Politics ~ I think there are two different things, one is seen as good and the other is seen as bad. The mention of the word "politics" get us grabbing our bags, and the mention of "leadership" gets us spreading our clothes in the open. My involvement in both has impacted my life and my dealing with others. I see both as siamese twins. Politics makes good leadership and Leadership makes good politics. You should try it!

3, Make the fir…



We are glad to officially announce a call for the submission of poems for the 3rd edition of the October 30FEST Humanitarian Poetry Prize.

This Poetry Prize seeks to sprinkle smiles on the faces of those left out in the scheme of things in the society.

The cash prize for winning this prize would be donated to any charity course of the winner's choice as a service to humanity.

Theme : 2019 ; The Poet's Prophecy

Deadline : 20th October, 2018

~ This contest is open to all poets from all over the world.

~ Submissions are to be made to with strict adherence to the instructions stipulated.

~After completing submission on the Google form, you are required to post your entry again on the October 30FEST Facebook group using this link - for interaction. However, likes are not a criteria for winning.

~ Entries submitted must be previously unpublished, an en…



You newly coupled who have refused
A return from Paris
You recline like butter on bread
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

You who think suicide is next
If you left college next best
You shut your eyes on all of your kind
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

You claim teen
Ignoring the clock that said, "no time"
You forget the phrase, 'Gone too Soon'
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

Like the prosperous Ant
Just in the corridor, he kicked a pale
Death took no bribes
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

Like the innocent thief
Who found a new source of livelihood
Life could not offer pity no more
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

So now you changed the figures
And cared less what employees felt
The higher throne was all you aimed
Who said that you'll live long(er)?

You were told to restrain
For your family, health and wealth
Yet you stuck to the wrap like a tar
Who said that you'll …

WE ARE HOPE by Winifred Fredrick


When we marched, we whispered freedom
Not to be shackled, we marched for our future
Not a protest, a silent walk for our kingdom
But with threats, disguised as request they made fixture
They said our whispers were too violent
So in fear we did relent

We marched without our voices
Only hope on our feet resounding our dreams
But this time our feet was silenced
Don't march so loud, our nation requires peace;
This they said, waving at us guns and vices

They said we did breath too loud
Like mourners on procession, we stood huddled in a corner
Afraid to speak, afraid to breath, afraid to live, to lift our banner

But hope, it never dies, inside us it simmered
Take our voices, it whispered
But we won't seat in defeat, we recovered
Break us, we are resilience, we whimpered
They pushed us, now we rise, we are resilience

We are lions we proclaimed
We won't back down any more, we swore
Guns and prisons, threats and death
But we …



"Citizens of this notable nation
Cry of your needs we have heard
Cripple shall walk; lame shall run
Change! that's what we need"

Humble persuasion of the sweet tongue
'Hat-less' 'lead-ass' recited dynamism like poetry
Head over heels; change has changed our agog
Head in the clouds is the society.

Asshole rock of pacesetter
Abode of abnormal change
All is trade by barter
A thing or two is a victim of change.

Nitwit we must have been
Never asked what manner of change
Negative or positive Ampicillin?
Newly adoption of waveless sage.

Gallant resources of the past
Growing down to be valueless like refuse
Gluttonous greediness of 'politrickcians'
Go to pot; they have changed our uplift.

Editor in chief to emperor in cheat
Ex gratia we hardly have to survive in the society
Ego and superego; did you put in pit?
Every amenities are elusive like morality.



Deep by Daisy Emah - Emah

Day 83

Held breath
Increased heart beats
The door knob turns open
He walks in as he often
Tucked away I try to hide
I am a sport he loves to find
Hands on my throat
A threat is his oath
Silence is the new me
As he has his way with me
The pain too hard to bear
As he thrust his shaft in my rear
Choking and oppressing
Threatening and hitting
Lust dancing in his eyes
As his body plays the melodies
He takes a piece of me
Stirring a hatred for me
Death please take me soon
In the grave I'd rather swoon
Satisfied with his victory
While I cower in my misery
He turns and walks away
Only to return the following day

Daisy Emah-Emah hails from Akwa Ibom State, Studied Computer Science. A social development worker who loves bringing change, currently volunteering for an NGO and loves writing.