Some day
Our children will hang themselves
From thirty story rises.
They will fall
Moored on the homes
That we have built for them.
They will drown.

Hollowed out and gaunt with hope
They are now vacant cages
Always in transit,
detached bodies.
The longing they felt had never been
that nagging desire for an unknown
After this.

Their empty pasts have been cleared of all residue.
Dressed up in monied shell,
they scavenge
For treasures that have been replaced
By things that mean nothing.

Barren chests,
your future will be bright.
Inspired by a sense of remorseful pain
everybody who used to live here is busy searching
For who is to blame
Doubt no further.
All that has been done, has been done
In your name.



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About the Author:

Portrait - SoyemiEniola Anuoluwapo Soyemi, I am a Nigerian Ph.D. student in political philosophy at Boston University. I run the Political Matter blog. I have always written for myself and sometimes I write for others.


I'm finishing up a phd at Duke University where I study African novels, which I believe are some of the loveliest things ever written. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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  1. Mwamuye M. Deche 2016/04/15 at 3:19 am #

    Adam and Eve, from the dust by God were created
    By the grace of God, by my parents I was created
    To a society I belong
    A society comprised of both righteous, evil men and women
    But that is where I rightful belong
    For the father of my father, that is where he belonged
    The mother of my mother, has a belonging too, Kuche na kulume
    That is why; the children of my children must have an identity
    For they call my home their home
    While my fathers home, is where I belong

    My children’s children will be my people
    And they will call me, the father of there father
    What a great and a wonderful experience for the eye on earth Wawe Kiti?
    Ooh it is really wonderful to see, Mudzukulu wa mudzukulu

    Stones are heavy, sand is weighty
    But the folly of man is much heavier that both

    My grand father’s father was not a Christian
    Neither was he a Muslim
    But all I know is that, he worshiped and thanked God
    In all the moments he lived, to see the sun rise and sun set under the heavens
    He knew that he lived by the grace of Mulungu
    He believed that, Mulungu was the maker of all the earthly and heavenly possessions
    Viza na Mwanza, being the initial creation of Mulungu
    It will not be an issue of we might, we might not
    It is always a must, that one day
    We will all call home, the place where the father of my father is at home
    That is our common identity and destiny, for that is the place we all belong

    Take it or live it
    That will still remain a fact
    A reality too real to be real
    Amongst you all, men and women
    Who can say no to the whisper of God?
    I am Rimando Komando Salehe Mwamuye, my best nouns
    I do love myself so much
    Do you love me?

    This is for you.
    I am Mwamuye M. Deche a Poet from Nairobi Kenya.
    I would appreciate reading more poems from you

  2. Mwamuye M. Deche 2016/04/15 at 3:24 am #

    BY Mwamuye M. Deche Poems from Afrika


    The world is round, yes it is round we all know that
    The world houses the poor and rich
    When we wail we hear them laugh
    Laugh very laud for every one to hear
    We know that we know
    And they know that we know
    They ate what was theirs
    Ate what was ours too
    And they expect us to keep quiet
    They have taken us for granted for so long
    They never knew that, when darkness strikes
    Birds cease to fly; only bats and they are mammals but birds with wings to fly
    It’s only a foolish cock, that thinks the sun will not raise, if it fails to crow

    The Lord created enough for us all
    The land was created as big as it is
    For every one to have a place to live

    But a few, own more land than they need
    Shame be on them, those few land grabbers
    Soon they will reclaim the seas and the oceans
    For them to have more land than they need
    It is just but a matter of time, and time will tell
    Owning land or a place to live and call home is every mans right
    Not a privilege at all, land is God given
    For none of us will carry even an inch of land, to where fate takes people
    Let us not live to eat, let us eat to live
    But some live to eat, because they have looted more than enough
    Shame on you, living to eat
    They have more than they need, while others have nothing at all

    God is always fair and just
    That is why the sun shines to all, regardless of riches or poverty
    The rains showers evenly, and waters the land belonging to the poor and rich
    God gives bread to both the evil and the righteous
    But man is unjust, man made money
    That is why; man will always want to have more and more money
    It’s human; man is like the soils under land
    Swallows the remains of man kind, but will never ever say, enough
    The eye can never get enough satisfaction in seeing
    They are because we are
    And we are, because they are
    We are we and them

  3. Mwamuye M. Deche 2016/04/15 at 3:26 am #

    The Voice of Reason By. Mwamuye M. Deche Poems from Afrika Nairobi Kneya.


    Listen, Listen people
    But don’t listen to me
    Listen to the voice of reason (Silence)
    Am told to listen, (Silence) but when I listen, no one talks to me
    Am told to keep quiet, but how can I keep quiet
    While my wife and children are not yet back from exile
    Listen people; (Silence) listen to the voice of reason

    We are tired, tired of living in the animal farm
    Where all the animals are equal, but only a few, more equal than others
    We have been promised a better tomorrow, but tomorrow is no where to be embraced
    We are living in a world of wishes every other day
    We all know it better, that wishes can never turn into horses
    For all the beggars could be riding right now

    We are all yarning, crying loud for peace
    But none of us mentions about justice
    Peace can never prevail where there is no justice
    What belong to Caesar must first, be given to Caesar
    If you cleanse the inside of the cup, the outside too may be clean
    Let us never run away from the reality, this is the truth
    The truth is borne clothe less, lives without clothes for the rest of its life
    Shameless it’s not to all, regardless of the dignitaries or the lesser people

    Men, who do things because of fear, are slaves
    If you want people to listen to you, you must learn how to listen to them
    Whoever loves instructions, loves knowledge
    But he who hates correction, is stupid
    One can catch more flies with just a spoon full of honey, than a barrel of vinegar

    Listen, (Silence) listen very carefully
    Listen to the voice of reason
    Treasures of wickedness profit nothing
    But righteousness delivers from death
    Tomorrow seems better and brighter than today
    Tomorrow come, come tomorrow, and take away my sorrow
    Bring with you a little rain, to wash away my tears

    Every way of a man, is always right in his own eyes
    But better a poor man who walks in integrity
    Than a rich man who is perverse in his ways
    Like a roaring Lion, or a Charging bear.
    Is a wicked ruler over a poor people
    A righteous man knows the rights of the poor
    A wicked man does not understand such knowledge
    The winner was meant to take it all
    But he never took away my sorrow
    Never took away my pain
    Never took away my hunger
    He never took away my suffering
    He never took away my poverty
    Listen, (Silence) listen people, listen very carefully
    Listen to the voice of reason.

  4. Mwamuye M. Deche 2016/04/15 at 3:28 am #


    Yes, I speak to myself
    But am not mad, am not insane at all
    But I do speak to myself
    Yes, I speak to myself

    It is painful; painful it is to the heart and soul
    To see a black man, against his fellow black people
    You see a black people, against their fellow black brethren
    It is really painful; painful it is, to the heart and soul

    They leave like the brutal colonialists, the oppressors
    They use the same laws, used to protect the devil in white
    Freedom is far away, far away from our mama land Africa
    They leave like the brutal colonialists, the oppressors

    They heavily guard and protect themselves, in their own land more than the visitors
    Has the Lord God not been able to offer you the right protection you need on earth?
    They offer all their faith and trust to the trigger
    But listen carefully, the metal weapon, can never
    Never can it stop the wrath of God from taking away your precious soul
    To where it belongs

    They always promise the youth

    We will give you jobs
    We will provide primary health care to all
    We will fight corruption
    For us to have a better nation
    We will improve the political and socio-economic standards of the nation
    We will make it better and leave it better than we found it
    Never forget that,
    You are the future leaders, the leaders of tomorrow, the backbone of the nation
    We have a very bright future ahead, and it will be determined by you
    The young generation

    But tomorrow never comes, and when it comes
    Those with gray hair, a sign of Wisdom
    Are always on the fore front struggling for power and leadership
    With the young, aged the age of the sons of their sons
    Shame be on you, you can never, never be true sons of Africa
    But Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela was
    Madiba was a true son of Africa
    An icon, with a true African heart
    A real Human being
    Yes, I speak to myself
    But am not mad, am not insane at all (Silence)
    In Africa, we have accepted
    Accepted to leave in Africa of a few minority billionaires
    And majority of starving paupers (silence)
    Lord (Silence) God, forgive them
    The rich to grow richer
    And the poor people to continue living in sorrow, empty stomachs
    Languish in total abject poverty
    And lastly, die silently in painful Misery (Silence) again

    Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing
    God created enough, enough for every mans need
    But not enough for every mans greed (Silence)

    Africans lets wake up and live
    Live positively like brothers and sisters
    Let’s fight the real Wars, Hunger, Diseases, illiteracy, unemployment
    These are the real wars
    And truly, real wars they are
    Let’s fight impunity, let’s fight corruption, let’s fight poverty
    Let us be true Africans, Sincerity be in us (Silence)

    Remember, those who bellies are empty
    The reality will remain the reality till the end of times
    Never run away from it
    Remember that you are breathing today
    But one day (Silence) in just but only one day
    No man on earth is rich enough, to buy the free Oxygen we breathe in
    Let he who is rich enough, buy back his past

    Black people, (commanding voice) black people, don’t be black at heart
    Let us unite as Africans, and live to have a united states of Africa
    For together we stand, apart we fall
    I have a very big dream for Africa (Silence)
    To see Africa Unite
    Let’s dream together
    And face the reality head on

  5. offiong 2016/05/23 at 11:56 am #

    This is indeed the true portrait of Africa – grim. But good job, you hit the nail on the head

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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