METALLIC WORDS

Who no know, go know. Say Africa sweet. The attires of ethnicities go mesmerize you. The way African Lady go sway her hips to Afro beat. Go make your heart d beat. Spirit of Africa were been show body for AWC ON final closing ceremony show say Africa unique. If I no fit speak English well, e no mean say I no Sabi book. If I say I was gone to school. Laugh me na. Is it my language? Or I wear native You talk say I local. sorry for you. Because my eyes don see say European culture now determines the way I walk or speak. It has eaten really deep into our culture like cancer. So I refuse that my African nature should be gagged by it. An African anywhere is an African everywhere. Fela bin Tok say, who no know, go know say. Black man must die for black man. Let's stop hitting on the past As the cause of our present problems. But rather redefine our footsteps. Based on the wisdom that our walk now will determine the future. When we use our votes well. Wen we vot...

How did they end up together? the fire and the fire the hot tempered and hot headed how did they end up together? she hit him with a blow and he hit her a thousand more I hate you I hate you more I hate you now and forever I hate you like I hate malaria. The fighters are tutors of violence teaching it to their children teaching their boys how to strike a woman teaching them to hate .  Jesus screamed the daughter when her father pounded her mother kpom, kpom like a mortar. how did the end up together? the fire and the fire the hot headed and hot tempered how did they end up together? AANTONI AAMANSO  

I laid on the mat, when Bobby walked into the room, it was dark and because he is very dark it was hard to see him. "Hwfa, wetin de sup?" I asked him. "Mehn, i am not in a good mood," he replies I ask him. "what is the problem?" "do you know that Uche had the guts to tell Nina that he sees her in his dream chasing him,and now the girl is feeling bad" "Brother this is very serious, why would he say that?" "I don't know, maybe it is because the girl did not accept his request for a romantic relationship, i will go and warn him severely tomorrow" "Bobby there is no need to confront him maybe he was joking with her." "well i don't think it was a joke." He continues blabbing about the issue, until i plead that he should be quiet because i am trying to have some sleep, he does not budge, but after a while he stops blabbing. I stretch my hands and yawn, who is that shouting sef, Is it good to pray and ...

Looking above I feel His eyes all over me,  Looking above I feel drowned by His wonderful down pour,  It's far from my reach but then above is where I long to be.  Friends come and go but He still remains.  Good morning dear, bless He that made you see today.  © Victoria Chebem 8/21/2018  6:56 am

Thank you all for listening love is an art and i am an artist painting picture of you and me do you remember the day you trapped me i felt like a wire connected me to you i was  switched on because my heart began dancing making a beat that was lacking my mind like that Samsung screen displayed beautiful pictures of you my pupils accessed you from head to toe and blinked give her a standing ovation it said to my mind then i realized i was already to your beautiful that is like an hourglass whose content will not wa............. lol so i trapped you like a rat what is he saying my ears get hurt from listening what i once felt for you is decaying i am tired of holding your heart the only thing ill hold that is yours is the cas... i will not tell him this my jaw might suffer from his fist i'll continue lying in perfection.... do u remember when you trapped me too

thank you beautiful sun for coming love is an art and i am an artist picture painting the day you captured my heart I felt like Iphone 8 plugged to you a part of me was switched on and i had no clue in my mind pictures of you drawn with a crayon my heart began dancing my body tilted to your direction while my legs was advancing to give you a standing ovation I  looked into your eyes and my whole body melted in ice

Under the sun Victoria, looking victorious and great this beautiful sight I behold engulfs me whole in euphoria this beautiful sight I behold I want it to collate seeing something lit like an African cherry in Nigeria no other copy, no duplicate created by the creator, Jehovah I feel I have known her since God knows when but now its a blur, will get clearer when I meet her again

Like they are ascending and descending Beautiful people driving and walking With cars and footwear Into the Gates they come, from different cultures Mixing,interacting and communicating It is Unical! This beautiful place Where politics thrive Where fashion is exhibited Where strong beings sport Where the brain is boosted It is Unical! It is not a circus It is a place of higher learning A place that should be clean A place hungry roads should be filled A place violence should be shunned It is Unical! It is inhabited by great minds People who are leaders now and tomorrow People who will make Nija fly like the Eagle A luta Continua Victoria Acerta ©Anthony Amanso

We were saved, we were rescued, By no other but us. We fought,  we won, What gave us strength our love , our blood. We lived for them, but now for us We toiled,  we worked. Like machines of the time, And no one thought we needed repair. We hoped, we saw,  a time with God Where there is no work Heaven was our home, our hope of the time When we return to the dust I love us, we are strong United by blood and a sane mind To build our home Africa Make it like heaven. ©Anthony Amanso 

How could she resist Her bones were weak Unable to resist The twisting of its wrist The peeling of her skin Caused by a human stronger That her sanity began to leak Her cerebrum had become weak What leaped inside her Was crushed Because the only time She felt useful Was when he felt horny Ridden agonizingly like a bicycle With time all she cuddled was pain Everything was taken She had become a human Insane Her head loosing to the abuse © Anthony Amanso Jan 2018

No music is sweet As when the fans cheer When Martial dribbles with his feet And scores a goal Nothing would replace the shape of my heart Than the shape of  Man United logo My happiest moments Is when we are winning in combos When the ball dances with pogba's feet When De Gea dives like a fish I love it when bailly bullies in the pitch He's like pls just go and hit the gym I miss when Paul Scholes Rockets the ball into the goal post I wonder how mkhitaryan vanishes While in the pitch What a lovely magic trick When we lose The red in me does not leave I just close my eyes And go to sleep © ANTHONY AMANSO JAN 2018

Plz don't judge  me Blame my circumstance It's different from yours You have people Who put food on the table For you I don't Where I'm from People steal money to build mansions I do what i do to survive So i make my body a commodity Instead of judging me Change the lives of every girl child out there Its hard to think of others But try to... When u take government money People out there starve Homeless Killing your greed could be their miracle Don't judge me For i was taken from my home At an early stage We did not live in a fenced house The government did not care About my magical disappearance Police did not look for me Because i wasn't born with a silver spoon I was sold and became a commodity Security is for the rich They have policemen Without money i can't own one I am invisible to the society Forced to do what I'm doing now Tattered or heavenly dressed We are all the same Security should pay attention To u...

4 o’clock in the morning, watching the city at night. Dancing in the night sky, the seagulls flock far from the seas of over-fished stocks. Revelers leave their nightclubs, casinos and bars. Pouring themselves into the street and into cabs, they toss their uneaten food, into the nearby trash. The gulls swoop and dive. In the corner of my eye, I see movement in an alley. Dressed in rags, he stumbles into the night. Was not the sound of the revelers that disturbed him, but the squawking of the competition from high above. Creeping from his cardboard home he heads for the garbage. What had he been that he was reduced to this? Butcher, baker, candlestick maker? Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor? Reduced to scaring off birds, for a scrap of food. Pecking on the remnants of takeaway dinners. Feeding on the waste of those who do not care, who do not realize, that they too, could become him. © Fergus Martin Dec 2017 BE THANKFUL EVERYDAY, FOR WHAT YO...

This new year 2018 I wish u the best Jehovah will continue to be Your vest I pray in this new Month and year Happiness, Money, love the joyful rest Lay bountifully On your chest Happy new year. _ Anthony Amanso