Saturday, 30 November 2013

A Nigerian Cultural Poem By An American Poet (Siddartha Beth Pierce)



Amazing Siddartha From The United States Writes A Descriptive Poetry On The Nigerian Culture. 


She shared this poem with me in my inbox, and I was lost for words,I couldn't believe a foreigner could possibly know more than a native...stunned, I also decided to share below:



Baule spirit spouses 
are the belief among 
an African people wherein 
there is also
a husband or wife in heaven 
for everyone- 

So they create sculptures 
and ritually care for them 
once a week 
by feeding them, 
bathing and sleeping with them 
to keep them near their sides. 


Similarly, the Nigerians create 
Ere Ibeji figures as twins birth 
are very common there 
and there is a high 
fetal mortality rate 
and these figures 
stand for the dead twins or twin- 


they are worn in a sash 
around the mother 
and ritually cared for 
and dressed much 
like the Baule spirit spouse figurines. 


Carved from wood 
and adorned with cowry shells 
and scented oils 
the Ere Ibeji are later 
passed down the family line 
either to a surviving twin 
or an aunt or another child 
once an adult 
to honor the dead spirit 
of their family 
and keep their souls 
appeased and comforted. 


Honorable traditions 
for the dead 
mapped out in sculpted hands 
African traditions 
that I have learned in my studies
in graduate school 
that inspire awe within me 
as the amount 
of homage and respect 
for the dead doesn't end
at burial or the mark 
upon the tombstone 
but is carried on 
for generations throughout 
every week and day 
so that they are not forgotten. 

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce
 




Ms. Pierce is a nationally and internationally published poet and artist as well as a Mother.  Some of her works have appeared in The Indian Diary, After-Nyne, Issuu, The Artist in You, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The Muses Review, Budzu’s Hammer, and Blue Fifth Review.  Much of her work can be found at writerscafe.org. -
- See more at: http://www.innerchildpress.com/siddartha-beth-pierce.php#sthash.E2QiHOgq.dpuf

Thursday, 28 November 2013

We Give Thanks Unto Thee



The sky did darken
The earth did shake
Evil did prevail
Good did travail
But for a while
But for a season
As a new light ushered in hope
To disperse the gross darkness.


I arise today
into the sunrise of gratefulness
My friends live
Their happiness not defiled
Their blessings not cursed
Their smiles not imprisoned
By calamity not repentant.


Their land not ravaged by doom
Peace rejoices; no sound like boom
Their land not hugged by disaster
No barrenness to appraise as a star.


Need I say more ?
Arise O tongues and give praises
Fall on the ground O you knees
And adore Him who made you 'kneelful'

Happy Thanksgiving Day to all my lovely friends in the United States, you are loved!

Poem by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

Picture Source:

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Thursday, 21 November 2013

TEAR MY HEART OPEN



Tear my heart open
To gaze at a golden rose
Seated on a golden throne
Crowned with a golden diadem
Clothed in a royal apparel
of golden linen.

Tear my heart open
to gaze at the lighted candle
that melts the metallic cage of loneliness
to bring me into the well of joy
where sinking is preferable to floating.

Tear my heart open
to see beauty never seen before
to see smile that makes you walk a mile
before realising you are lost in lust.

Tear my heart open
to tear the seal of a star
whose brightness defies normality.

Tear my heart open
to see love overwhelm you
but take just a glance
lest you be enslaved.

~~THROUGH POETRY~~(International Collaboration)






Ligaw Makata( Philippines)

Through poetry; 

we build a bridge
to convey our message 
our heartfelt healing 
words of comfort and wishes. 

Through poetry 
Let our pens amalgamate 
Let our hearts' oneness knit 
for our brothers & sisters sake 
we shall unite as one to rejuvenate.

Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom (Nigeria)

Through poetry;
The pains will be chased away
Sad memories will be laid to rest
Comfort will be dispensed
as air for all to inhale.

Through poetry;
The mountains shall crumble
The lousy storm will be silenced
Cries parading on faces will be dried
Hearts bleeding will clot.

Dedicated to all victims of the Typhoon Haiyan.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

I WIN (A poem from THE LIGHT BEARER)



Gross darkness makes soul's vision cloudy
Worries call my courage dowdy
Fears laugh my resilience to scorn 
Tears wear my heart as cloth
But eyes refuse to let tears drop.

I float like clouds
Into the midst of mist
Focus lost; dreams fading
Suddenly, I see rays of light
White clothed creatures extend hands
Hands of support and love.

They speak words;
Words become swords
Fears and worries slain
I win!

To read other powerful poems contained in THE LIGHT BEARER, order for your copies here:

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 — with Moses Chibueze Oparaand 17 others.

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

The Light In Words


The Light In Words

An iroko is not cut
with a single cut
a mountain is not climbed
with a single climb;
a dying world can be revived
not with a word
but with words that are triggers;
catalysts of positive deeds.

I have chewed kolanuts
from dawn to dusk
silently praying that peace be restored
yet my eyes will not sight peace
in her beautiful regalia
yet my ears will not hear
peace sound roaringly
like the voice of many waters.

Why should peace suffer the world
like an abiku in the hands of a widow?
Nay! I say nay!
our deeds as humans are inhuman
and with our own hands
we stab peace right in her heart
by denying love in our heart.


When words become swords
blood is not shed
but light is shed;
the unknown made known
the right way to tread
is lighted for all to see
stolen peace kept in darkness
is restored by the light in words.


Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom, author of THE LIGHT BEARER.

Arise O Africa





Arise O Africa

O Africa, arise out of obscurity
To give your glory security
O Africa, flee from corruption
to release your beauty from detention
Wash away your filthiness
Shrouding your greatness
O Africa, arise and shine.

O Africa, why look beggarly
When treasures housed by you
Begs to be harnessed?

O Africa, your children mourn
Hunger scorns them
Poverty beclouds them
Their skins are keen
To fall off their body
Hope lost like a needle in darkness.

O Africa, darkness envelopes you as air
Why should that be so?
"Boom" "krrrrrrrrrrr" "gbos" I hear
I need to flee
It seems peace has been stolen again
This poem must be laid to rest
Let me find safety for my head.

Ah! Africa, where is the future
When the present resents peace?
Ah, I could still hear wailings
Will these cries not cease?
When will your rising be
When you have fallen greatly?

Arise Africa, O Africa arise
Dust off your feeble knees
Arise Africa, O Africa arise
Quench the tears of your children.

Written by : Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

Author of The Light Bearer @

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 — with Anyi Charles EgbeGideon DasheFaeo Lyre Clive and 58 others.
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