League Day 10: HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM vs ANNIEBIET EFFIONG.

LIVE: HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM vs

ANNIEBIET EFFIONG


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THEME: RACISM

ANIEBIET EFFIONG

Title: BLACK MY PRIDE 

Dad taught me how to fight

He said the pen is mightier than the sword

The sword is a double edged

But the pen is sharper and its edges are countless

It stabs, pierces and slays millions in a minute

A coward goes for the sword 

But the brave inks down his words

Dad once said, "Son, if your ink gets dried, then you're defeated"

I have fought in many battles, i have conquered in all

RACISM shall not be an exemption

I shall fight against him till my last ink. 

I shall shoot him till my last bullet of words 

Mum was a Pen-guin(genuine) who flew to many places

She said there are many ways on how to preach 

One of the ways is through the pen

I have preached to world with the pen I have defended the defendless 

Fed the hungered with my ink

Bathed many with my ink

Last time Ayoade said my pen healed him

I shall never cease to preach against RACISM with my pen 

Dear pen-friend,

I heard you called my brother black monkey

Have you forgotten how i use my tissue?

Yesterday i heard my sister was called black tyre

Listen friend,

Without a tyre, the car is static and useless 

God created human in His own image

I am a human, I carry his image

I am that black man who never be intimidated

Black is the colour that can never be erased

I am a Nigerian I am an African 

shun RACISM!

HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

Title; A WHITE COP SHOOTS A BLACK BOY

prompted by the death of Jordan Edwards on Apr. 29, 2017.

Pardon me, 

For I'd like to imagine it as classical fiction-- 

This story of nauseating worms that keep evading 

The steeplechases in my dreams. 

I'll imagine it and please, don't forget to breathe in the end... 

It begins with a black boy showing his teeth, 

Telling a white man they had something in common. 

Something as white as harmattan. 

He'd such a silent name revealing itself in dreams, 

Whispering how saturdays are unlucky tributaries 

Where the moon sink feverishly into the thighs of a gluttonous sea. 

I imagine a heart become a forest of darkness, 

Flaunting a gun;  nuisance, hungry for blood. 

I imagine the shots, 

The yell, 

The fall, 

The pandemonium, 

The sudden rush of feet scampering for safety, 

The elegant squirt of crimson blood. 

I imagine his eyes now-- 

The colour of fluffy nightmares made of scarlet screams. 

I imagine the invincible smile on a bullish face, 

The sky growing dark and nervous as in an eclipe. 

I imagine the broken face of a mother talcumed with tears. 

Why? In a crowd of nine hundred and ninety nine, 

You pick out a black boy, 

A single black boy out of a multitude, and show him the track 

Where death Croons solemn songs with shiny canines, why? 

So, I stop imagining 

Because a black boy can never glow like the sun; 

Because one night, a boy grew still on a street in Texas. 

And an unperturbed moon sank feverishly 

Into the thighs of a gluttonous sea. 

(c) Hussani- Poet of sand.