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Wrestling With The Gods

Wrestling With The Gods
              By Uche Samchel Enyiukpor

Masked with masculine drama
She swaggers and nods like the agama.
Tell the man: the woman rises
To take his place and crush his vices.

Now he must descend that she ascends;
She must stand that he bends.
She resolves to annihilate him:
     "Hey, we must domesticate him".

The gods decide to watch and wait
As she wanes in the bane of hate.
Outrun your god and run to death,
Even in your bloom and malicious stealth.

The West covets my norms and values,
And imposes true-lies without clues.
'What a man can do...' a thought from hell,
Gushing from the Queen where it dwells.

'And God made man in His image',
Hey, woman, deal with the message-
Made from man, a helper, not the master.
Tread the path gently and never faster.

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Mind Matters:
At first, of grave danger one thinks
In solemn fr...: At first, of grave danger one thinks In solemn fright and awe one sinks But a way out is sought with care An immediate strike, you don...

At first, of grave danger one thinks
In solemn fright and awe one sinks
But a way out is sought with care
An immediate strike, you don't dare

Yet a sharp contrast surfaces
He sleeps and sweet dreams embraces
Your mind wanders for a rescue
Yet the creature means no harm too

Black is beautiful
The African Woman is black
The African Woman is beautiful
For there's nothing good she lacks

She sits at the centre of the universe
The Sun on her right hand
The Moon on the reverse
Mother Earth on her head stands

She is strong and able
She handles complications
She is focused and stable
She makes food ready on our table

For I have a beautiful song to sing
All for Mama Africa
Through the universe it'll ring
Africa my Africa

                                                Slavery is solely on the mind

                                      What you think captures your thought

                                                           Turns you blind

                                             And makes your prestige naught

                                                               

                                                                                                   - Samchel Enyiukpor