League Day 34: EMMANUEL KARIBI OBUALA vs OLANIYI OLOLADE

WHEN ONE'S PRIDE IS BROKEN, ONE'S STRENGTH IS LOST. SPEAK OUT IN CASES OF MOLESTATION OR VIOLENCE... SPEAK!

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THEME: STOLEN PRIDE

EMMANUEL KARIBI OBUALA

TITLE: PLUNDERED

I am human with a personality

Numerable in the league of

humanity

In many ways i'm a person 

Entitled to every human liberty

For an end i exist with every

Consciousness that constitutes

humankind

I am human worth manness

In every way i deserve the

Pride of personhood

I am visionary, my dreams

Many i have scored and

Landed home trophies to

Tell the endowments of

The human person

For i have tasted the beauty

Of personhood, i have carved

For myself a niche to call my

accompliahments

There, on the walls of the skies

My heights are inscrbed in

Colours of rainbow

There, my accolades cut

Across the mediterranean

Laid boldly on the streets

Of my heart, beyond this

universe 

Proud i was until the yoked

Clouds you brought on expelled

The sun from my sky;

While noble men slumbered

Evil folks snuck in upon the

Night and plundered our pride.

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EMMANUEL KARIBI

OBUALA - 2017

OLANIYI OLOLADE

TITLE;OUR STOLEN PRIDE

This land becomes a pitch for rats 

And cats,playing their games in the day,

And a hidden place for thieves,

robbers and raiders of joys at night.

Over decades ago, they came with light smiles. 

First with the hammer of their religions to hit our eyes,

And took away our sights,lights,rights and pride.

They got it. And went away with it.

Our stolen prides are our languages,

That wallow beneath the feet of western tongues.

Being replaced by something else,

That isn't for us.

Our stolen prides are our beautiful attires,

Being replaced with ragged cloths,

Dirty rags that are meant for the slum.   

So,we stroll the street with indecent dresses.

Our stolen prides are all values,

Hidden under our skin that has been drained away,

By the big children of the white.

And every beautiful things in this land that has been stolen to the west.