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Day60 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge We left our shores with wraps of worth Across the air, Above the land, We spelled smiles sprinkling on the stretches of our lips. But when we landed, Croatia's breeze almost crashed our cuddled intentions Oh shit! Came the chorus from our hearts; Cracking through the walls under our hats, Piercing into the spines of our hopes, We were smashed by the donors of smart failure. But we never gave up Well, we garnished our eyes with care We greased our minds with action Our skins were embroided with a target, To counter every crashing cries with the stunts in our legs So, the galaxy glossed our glow from Musa's might Then all at once, We made Iceland lie down in green pastures Our heights became higher than the hemps of their ice We were burning with the beams of the Sokoto sun Because, Musa gave us all the goals. Tydale Bassey Abigail is a Poet, an amazing Spoken Word Artiste and a His

Day 59 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Idling bullets Shedding tears Armed men on helpless skirts, Lofty speeches Lobbying media Ashes in streets, eyes sweating in tears Bloodlust states, Oily smiles, salty games, Utopian view of dungeon states Tallied not with ancestors' wishes. Come all! Have a seat! Ascribe our ill-fate to the fall of our faith, Neutralize man's slaughter, corruption... Gratify hearts with Emblem of change. Nnane is a Cameronian Poet and Writer. She was the winner of the just concluded Sprinklestoriez Poetry Contest on Goal or Change, with the above winning poem.

Day 58 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallengw We had played in this garden, till you rode in like a prodigal Your beast had burdened our faces with sharp blades The broken lines ran across our faces with disgust We will not seal our drums with undiluted honey The cock has crowed in the morning, we are scarcely awake and have risen up We drum a dirge, mourning from dusk to dawn What father takes shield and leaves the children drenched in the heavy rain and bitter cold Licks the pap and gives the empty bowl to the children Gathers his loins and flees when there is a fire And camps steadily at the enemy's roof What father would demand our emaciated bones a sport for his delight Make our hearts his railway Forge deaf ears to our anguish Turns stone dead to his inflicted and set his seeds ablaze while they rest What father will fill our bellies with toxic fertilisers Watch us make a dance for the whirl wind And grind our seeds into powdery The eyes

Day 57 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge They wrote me down in history With much bitter and twisted lies I was a joke in their story Out of rage my heart cried Is it because I have oil wells Pumping in my living room? Or my story of mineral boom Which disturbs you like dangling bells? Or for gold mines Digging in my yard? Does my sadness upset you? Was it my bravery that threatened you? You envy my spirit for hard work And treated me like pork You love to see me broken Bowed head and honoured eyes My helpless self and spirit frozen As I sold my tradition With the uncertainty of tides I am dark, so are my dreams I am black in colour and spirit realm Being black is unfortunate Those were your words, Which made me hate my fate Just like the sun I will rise Just like hopes springing high I will rise I will rewrite my story I will revenge with fury I am black, I am strong I am brave, I am great I will still rise And I will conque

Day56 #366daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge For black boys who became premature men with backs that became trunks to carry responsibilities until they slouched For mothers who have forgotten how to walk because of bended knees so much walking seems like a myth For prayer points that sound like manifestoes and the plea to GOD to end the lives of our enemies For black girls who became mothers before they became children whose childhood were ceilings too high for reach For moist dreams and dry realities and those who saw puberty a shadow they embraced before time For too much love yet lack of it For fathers who have become newscasters ever ready to rebuke through whips of advice For New Years Eve and the blessings we left on our seats after service For those with spines as railways Rode upon by life’s wheels. Ofem Ubi is a Nigerian Poet, who writes poetry everyday. He blogs at scripted.overblog.com. He coordinate Poetry activities in his university

Day55 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallengeb To the boy that was touched before he even knew how to spell touch and to the boy that was made a man before he reached his twelfth birthday, to this boy, I am sorry. I am sorry for the filth those hands spread into your young body , for all the times you were told to do it, to place yourself in between her legs and feel her folds, for all the times your willpower was taken away from you with a threat to silence you forever if you ever dared to speak. I apologise for the burden of secrets you carry within your chest, for the chamber of stolen innocence you were trapped in with no way to escape, for the nightmares that creep into your brain every time you have to touch someone else , for the recurring visions of your body being moulded into what it was not ready for. To the man you are now, the man plagued with demons birthed by the very people who were supposed to be your angels, the man with denial running through

Day 54 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Come together, Let's gather around this coven of misery Let's mourn this haven of tears This crazy society Plastered with phases of electrifying droughts Asthmatic power supply Epileptic dreams Where the flag of ethnicity still flutters And the people are governed by religious foxes Come together, Let's wash in this pool of tears Let's sniffle in each other's arms And share consoling whispers Let's burn down these readymade smiles Let's sip from these wells of love Let's mingle our bodies And bask in never-ending laughter Let's stay, unapologetically genuine And share this sincere laughter Connecting these broken bodies For then, Will we heal. Dorcas Odok is a Poet/ Writer and a member of Poets in Nigeria (PIN) University of Calabar Connect Centre. She is also a Naturalist.

Happy Fathers Day 2018 Day53 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Can i tell you a story? Years ago, a gift was born Today in this moment in time Coloured with an assignment Not a mistake, not a misfit, nor miscalculation of man's imagination A delibrate plan of divinity Shot out from eternity With a package to deliver to humanity Can i tell you a story No one can do it like you would do No one can say it like you would say You are more than enough for the assignment If you will, you will If you believe, you will If you see it, you will If you pray it, you will If you reach for, it you will You can stretch for new heights But? Can you burn with passion? Can you run with passion? Your time starts now... Can i tell you another story If we wait for fair weather our wings may be crippled Fly against the wind and the storm Fly beyond the status quo and the limits they have set Whether it sunny or it be rainy Fly! Generations will be affec

Day52 Day of the African Child #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge The journey of rhythm, nestled in melody Stewed in 'rainbowed' proverbs As the sun peeps, the moon gives way The African Child rises to the tap of the morning Chirping crickets, burping toads The wide coloured streams opening up to hands The spirit of our ancestors tickle his feet to tappings The voices of waters bear witness to his 'dabbings' The African child sings, caressing thorns; Come, come, o spirit, colour our hands again for peace between morsel and the throat. Veralyn Chinenye is an Award winning Epistolary Poet/Writer. She writes for Sprinklestoriez. You can follow her on various social media handles @ Veralyn Chinenye.

Day51 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge In the deafening silence of the night Moonlight gleams on the waters of our soul Our wounds are assuaged by and by Our soul is beckoned by lush meadows Our meagre strength is augmented by their green We gaze through the window and the breeze embraces us; we spot a silhouette, then silo Our emotions find solace and freshen in glee Human companions will go... We will relish each moment with them we see Rainbows shall always vanish away But the sky with us forever shall sail Friends are like rainbows The sky, memories which we must make home A child of the purest gaze A hero to a street child Warm tears trickling for others' pain These memories, more than friends, lead through the night. Adie Lawrence is an aggressive Spoken Word Artist,who sees words as strong instruments for change. He is a third year student of English and Literary Studies in the University of Calabar. As a poet, he is interested in

Day 50 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Once in a setting The dogs had it all And lived it all And lived in its own pattern In its own abode Barking and biting Because though alike dissimilarities arose Some on camel rode, others on canoe paddled while some on horses strode Like a leaf of various shoots but same root Suddenly came the foxes In the peace and sometimes internal rivalry of the dogs The foxes hairy than the dogs With it steps faster and wilder Smoother in eyes too Shone in brightness but deceit reigned For it walked with the dogs Acted like the dogs Barked and ate with them While some smoked their weed and looted their lands in a barter of treachery In this transition some foxes lost their hairy nature Others lost lives, cares, fears and senses At a glimpse dogs acted like foxes While some dogs never faked it The fox began to bark faster than the dogs Faster, faster and as smooth as it nature Most dogs became humbler For a si

Day 49 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge The sky is blue But our thoughts are blur The oceans made a noise Yet we ignored the source The eyes sight But our mind moved slightly Our shadows are blind With visibly tagged lines Though our heart want progress But evil gave us stress Mankind want peace But we ended up with pieces ©Esther Emmanuel®

Mondays are usually not my favourite days and I always want to drag itS ears and tell it that its still Sunday, so I can sleep more. I'm trying to imagine my self drawing Monday's ear LOL, when I have a friend who bears Monday. Today got me with a whole lot on my to do list, from going to print my résumé, to the guy at the printing press calling my résumé an assignment because of the number of pages, to me feeling that was the most beautiful shade I have heard this year and to my eventual move to Audacity Cafe; a workspace and cyber cafe where I take online courses for my YALI trainings and in between reading up random articles and blog post on blogs I admire. I feel really lazy writing today, there is a sought of deep push or inspiration that comes upon me like an anointing and I keep writing Boom! without stopping, perhaps, today is not one of those days, but I have to to make it happen! Today, I don't want to leave my bed to attend to any to do list slippi

Day 48 Happy World Virginity Day! #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Dear Daughter, I see you Standing with the stars Hands raised in beckon for a dance Beneath the covering of the moon Not the time... The wind blows your prayers Wishes and hums tug at my name Distant scream of hurts from mannequins bearing false apparel Not the time... For thy heart is swift to powerful emotions Lead thy finger tips on the knees of purity, mercy, humour and justice For on that love's feet can stamp Not the time... For the heart had learnt to survive on tiny atoms of care But when thy heareth my steps My free and encompassing presence Listen to the waves for the tale of love's pureness Slapping against past damage Not the time... No High key No reddish entry No scent of rare almond Just me and you Rain and stars And our feet on the wet Downy grass earthing The electricity of freedom For the time is ripe The time! Love! (Songs of Solomo

Day 47 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I cried through the night, beckoning on the moon and stars to bear my battered soul witness, to peruse the torn through patches that lit the outskirts of a once beautiful rose pictured gown, the palm markings of a beastly yet, nigh cowardly sociopath stretched across the light of my skin, to feel with me, the aching wickedness singing within the walls of my private, to bear witness to the gruesome, malicious and wickedly thought out robbery of the passionate and warming designed dreams sketched in the heart of my heart, of how and with whom, my status will read 'Madly in love, married, deflowered,' to place curses on the faceless yet, familiarly placed wickedness that forced my thighs apart, that slapped my features apart, that spat on my existence, all for the selfish, sickly pleasures of their hell built wanton loins, to inject pain into their every minute, and

Day 46 #h365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Like chickens running to food thrown at them, So is the running of the country's affairs A great country humbled by recession Affected all round by inflation With rulers so crooked they can't measure standards of right and wrong and can't rule a line between good and bad They are Military rulers returning in agbadas Bringing more oppressive agendas Making loud promises, with great fallacies What is the difference between their promises and the rooster's greetings? For those who should speak up, chicken out of the country In search of a land of bounty We like chicks left to fend, We turn to themselves, and struggle to keep alive Yes, the common man must survive! Jude Alexander hails from Ikono LGA of Akwa Ibom. He is a poet and a writer who uses writing to express his feelings and to impart his views about people and the society at large to others. He enjoys reading, writing and ma

Day45 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Whirlwind pursued the atmospheric fragrance of desires Knocking at the door of your heart You gave me a distance to acquire Dumbfounded I was Time and time I expressed my emotions to your shadow And all I got were pile of silence Pointing to the direction of your window Then I watched in silent You abused the beauty of my love Caging my emotion six feet Cuddling the mask behind love Now it lay dead at my feet Love is dead Lost to the cold hands of deception Painting my life black Love is dead without description Now my thoughts are blank Love I wish you could fight for me I wish you could hear the rhythm of my heart And spread the news that I was love But now I am me For my love is dead Dead love All I see is your spirit Walking among humans Instigating other spirit Just to love amidst human But love is dead and gone Love is dead It breaths no more It smiles no more But made me cry Love

Day 44 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Mother earth, Mother of all You gave us good land, we changed the brand You gave us good soil, we preferred to spill it with oil You have a burning desire to shade us But we destroy you with bush burning Mother earth, Mother of all We exploit you without sustainability Yet you love to take responsibility You gave us green but we prefer ruin We end you with our actions and fall back to the UN for aid, forgetting our raids Mother earth, Mother of all You gave us honey, we prefer money You gave us celestial comfort We prefer industrial comfort You made us stars, we prefer five star Mother earth, Mother of all You gave us forest, we chose unrest You gave us rivers of Joy We prefer griever's of tears You are so good to us, yet we love the woods Oh Mother earth, Mother of all Your creations too infinite to be murdered by our finite actions Do not allow fate grate us for our greedy trait Do not let

Day43 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I, die when I see her struggle When she fails to rise up above the shadows of her past When, men, who were placed to keep her gates Kept their pockets instead I, die when I see her fall, fail, failing safe Never moving beyond the four corners of that Self-limiting box called mediocrity I, die when she lives short of expectations Oh the Death of Me! I died on a Friday A day when men who had stolen from my coffers Burned it all up on slay queens and trips abroad I. Died on a Thursday A day when the money bags came in And the national cake divided amongst themselves In preparation for Friday I, died on every week day Hopefully, I'll rise Hopefully, like, Jesus I'll rise on a Sunday Because Mondays to Fridays are for work, school and everything else Hopefully, I'll rise Above the cold grip of death as dark as midnight Above the shackles of shame and above men Whose gain has become my pain

Day42 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Mother once said daughter; Never like the wind let go of yourself to find yourself ,she said i am a soul-jar and my Body is a barrack But what do you do when heartbreak grips you like a whore , when your soul pause, pause then evaporates from your pore pulse to bath the hot sun sores? Mother once said; Your skin is a page of purity and innocence, never stain it with a man's ego or pride But what do you do when you become one of those things used to wrap suya at night? Mother said; The sky is big enough for birds and kites to fly, and forget their wings But how does a girl dance shaku shaku, with memories of her lover forming shackles around her feet? Mother once said; Bury your heart beneath your foot it is the only ransom to walk through the valleys of the shadow of death and fear no evil-(love) But how do i bury love, destiny and fate on the same paradise, and wait for dreams to come t