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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Wednesday 28 January 2026

BEFORE THE END, I AM GONE.

Self, learn to love the bodies,

It is destinies, not the classes,

Many are happily made for the low lives,

Few should be contented with the fortunes.


Pride is ashamed in the future,

Foolishness turns human a deity,

A mouth eating daily isn't poor or a failure,

Contentment is a greatest achievement.


Oh self, wandering further not a spirit,

Life is but with an accident,

In the ticking legs of time,

Everything lives to for committed crime.


When lives go wrong,

Even the god is a politician,

Speaking languages of ordinary people,

Incurring infirmities upon many people.


The right spirit hearkens to the protests,

Of pure, sincere and bold hearts,

Who question the injustices,

Of contemporary righteousness.


A good self listens to the rights,

Deafening to insults,

Judgement is heavier than a rock,

Right self sits on equity rock.


Right self don't delay here,

They finished immediately fairly here,

Escaped the defilements before their retreat,

Returning to our forefathers clean and neat.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 27 January 2026

ALL IS THE GREEN

Oh my green flag, your

Hit track is playing everywhere

In your kitchen, your rooms

Your market square, your councils

Your uniforms, your school bags

Your chalkboards, your crafts

Your pulpits, your "congratulations", etc

Where's corruption not a song?


Your stool is a rock!

Upon which your hit track is playing,

Exploitation is a standing pole, and self,

Among the stitches in green flag,

Wailing to the sky for heavenly rain,

Maybe, it could be washed clean again.


Your necromantic parlours,

Are making daily graves,

That they may be a funeral in every square,

At dawn, they rock Aso rock in white wear (s).


Heavy cloud gathers everyday,

That it may rain red in every eyes,

As elephant grasses grow in every hearts,

That it may floods blood just a day.


Oh green flag waving to and fro,

Your grasses curse your way,

And they've stopped to pray,

Because you've refused to lie,

Just for all a merciful cry.


Oh, Heaven have closed its gate,

Dogs have taken the eagle's wings,

They can't fly, they won't lay off,

What places elephants on your stool?



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Monday 19 January 2026

WAITING FOR A VIRGIN GOAT.

A good enemy of life is time,

Walking away unmindful delay,

Passes each pace regarding no line,

And in its own, calls for the day.

In Oro, Edu is a beautiful lady,

Whose skin brightening the sky,

And her eyes a sandy stream,

Flowing out a distant lane.

Osung is a young man favoured in her eyes,

He must not delay before his kinds,

He wrestling a man, called on his kinsmen,

They bowed to the gods for them another man.

The journey to another compound,

Is never without a she goat,

With five bountiful tubers of yam,

A local gin, bottle of understanding for them.

There must be a solid foundation,

For the bottle of understanding,

Else, the bottle shakes on the table,

And fall apart, as faces bow for the oracle.

All the traditions is on a voyage,

With Osung to another compound,

To fulfill and bring home Edu. She,

Must be washed, clothed for the next compound.

Getting to another compound,

Traditions had a seat,

That the day may have a lead,

As the gong played its beats.

Now, the goat is centered for assessment,

And the skirt is removed for virginity test,

Silence ascended the throne of noisy occasion,

For that's the first in all celebration.

The goat's examination is done,

As Oro remained deaf and dumb,

"This is not a virgin goat!"

Edu's father chased silence with a machete,

"I am sorry, she can't be married without a virgin goat",

The voyage left another compound,

Only with the "disvirgined" goat,

But, Osung didn't see beauty in another yard.

Eke is a mother in Udim Oro,

So, eke Osung gave the goat to eke Uliong,

That she may rear till she births a virgin goat,

Few months later, she's birth another goat,

Osung and his kinsmen voyage another compound,

Because eke Osung trusted eke Uliong in her disciplines,

Wholeheartedly, "this is the virgin goat",

So, the goats' doctor stepped up again,

But at last, there's no virgin goat.

Sixty six years has gone with sixty six goats astray,

And the living wound's grown elephant grasses about,

With no trouser looking the skirt again,

Edu backed the single's award for life.

When she couldn't see again her blood,

She went to the shrine and cursed the god,

She washed her nakedness, pray for death,

Yet, the Stony, woody traditions never blink,

"Who made you against my self!

Oh, you feigning things".

Why men grown rocks on free men,

Made men chains, limiting men steps,

Built fences round men necks,

That they wear around like daily necklace,

What is the traditions,

Who are our customs, 

What built for us this foundation.

Why should the living lift a rock for the death

What is this funeral!

You giant rocks in every stream!

Let the mighty rivers flow,

For time know no limit,

And all bird may fly free.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Friday 16 January 2026

THE TEARS OF UDIM ORO

I've suffered for my son Uno Etim Uno

That it may be well with him in life

Even when many fishes

In the stream decided to dived

We've survived with just tapioca

Gone fishing at Eyobiasang lake

Pushed truck at Urue Uda market day

Walking barefoot to Ikpe-Oro.

What was his father Ukpabang then!

But, I breastfed him because I knew

That one day, among my five little children

He will sit on seats

Where he won't be judged on things

But by the content of his character.

Today, I am a stream

Flowing from Udung Abia across the world

I am the lives of springs

The survival of lakes

Uno, obot eyo is your satellite!

The stool of your living mother

Ulor is my breathing,

Where the breeze blows across Ubodung

Set candles over my darkness.

Your brothers are dancing stomach!

Call for mbok  and slap their backs to the earth

For I am with you Uno Etim Uno

Oro Ukpabang is wailing for you.

Break the coffins and take your father home!

That he may not be buried alive

For you're a son

Compose your father a song

Ekpu masquerade shall play you its gong

I, Udim Oro shall twerk for you my son. 



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Monday 12 January 2026

WORLDLY, CHURCHY HILL

This world, 

is in this church, 

This church,

is in this world.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Saturday 10 January 2026

IN A GLOBAL MEETING

Shut up Nigeria!

This meeting is for men,

If you lack shame,

Go to the lame.


Keep quiet and be mute,

You shameless promiscuous thing,

Because you've refused to think,

An elephant never think a mighty thing.


A flag on divorce talk

Aso rock on sandy pillars

Riding on borrowed cars

Keep quiet, never frog.


Show me your right wombs in this Sodom

A field planted by brambles

Withering the green grasses

Leave here and face your doom!


Your skin brothers despise you

For the untimely grave of the widow

You've made self a black

Sheep of your dark skin, a road house.


Oh, giant elephant of barren forest,

The synagogue of rapists and harlots,

A homeless uniform,

Beautifully deaf and dumb.


Greenish global terrorist,

Kidnapping grasses to savannahs,

All hail beautiful pollution!

Suing peace to the swamp and graves.


Shut up Nigeria in meeting of great men

You, who sails on strange vessels

To diverse coast. Tell me

You dead of no grave

What will you be remembered for?



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Friday 9 January 2026

THE FUNERAL IN NIGERIA

Death at the windows of every roof,

Twerking to the applauses of perfect rules,


Oh Nigeria your order is here,

Do not pray, do not fear,


The dust you've scattered,

The cloud have gathered.


The tree you've shaken,

Is blowing you a mighty wind,


The coffins in your parlours,

Make you now massive graves,


Do not pray, do not fear.


Who overfed and suffered not stomach ache!

Isn't it one man chop,

Belle burst again!

What need is to be born again?


The pools have lowered your flag,

Dressing it on your daily coffins,

Like a "sea-dead" to the lake,

The Greenfield dances daily awake.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Friday 9 January 2026

GRAVE OF THE DARK SKIN

It was once morning,

In this heart,

Before it is now mourning,

In every hearts.


Oh, black, naked woman,

Your husband is ill,

In every hearts, there's no pill,

There, is an opened grave for your black man.


The making of your callous offsprings,

Dancers of strange strings!

Dwelling on necromantic hills,

Provoking the foundational ills.


The restoration of your soul,

Isn't an easy-buy,

Because of the cankerworms,

Dwelling on your stool (s).


In every conclave,

They plant in every field the bramble (s),

Many, can our saw hew?

Black woman! your offsprings as evil crew.


Every morning in few years,

They mandate us the razor (s),

Which can't hew their stony hairs,

But stinky skin in public dresses.


Oh, black woman,

Hit the gong to your offsprings,

Tell them that the earthquake is coming,

To destroy the foundation of their pinnacles.


No need for the evil forest,

They're murderers of father!

Rapists, crippling a widow,

May thunder strike every evil window (s).


The chase, the chase, oh the chase!

Everything here must surely be,

As Peter to his Saviour,

On the crucifixion parade.


Every Phaemon's dogs must scattered,

There comes the massive dog biting,

From the cloud long gathering,

To make the funeral more painful.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Wednesday 7 January 2026

ON HEAVEN'S THOUGHT.

Oh, the sky covering the Heaven's gate

Open up when not too late


Brighten the cloud

Foaming the doubt


Hairs are running race

Racing to the vain. Dance


The masquerades on heavenly pulpits

And Lucifer is the lord on today's cross


Who'll blow the horn

Maybe the wind can make a U-turn


Who'll heat the Gong

Before all in hell we're drunk


The way to Heaven is there

But the hell with us is here


And the Creator is merciful

and the Moulder, a consuming fire


Where do we go from here!

As persistent wickedness we wear


For naked is the wear

Flowing like waters in everywhere


But, in heavenly names we're fret

Over matters we can get


Greenish power fasted a week

As hunger makes one a weak


Yet, Heaven owns unclosed ears

Filming the Earth with unblinking eyes.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

AS A LAMB IN YOUR SHRINE

When the world reflect me not

on her daily reflections. Not

that I am evil and ugly than a thing

but that I should bury in you forlorn thing

verses about all revolving around

rhymes igniting the world

poems for her who's blinded by corruption

music for her existing in illusion.


When myself fails my face

So, I beseeched another to favour my face

But, a hand is a friend to the body

Who can attend to my face's story.


When evils mask my beauty

And the Sun casts one out from His duty

Only poetry employs in all purity

And speaks in all sincerity.


Take me to your abattoir and slaughter

Imbibe my blood and infuse your Muse


Isn't follies fall four thousand times

One fooling poetry pays public shames

Won't poetry mirrors man's mind demanding no apology

What gives follies to the comedy?


But, when the world reflect me not!

So, I come to your shrine

To be slaughtered and sacrifice (d)

Open your calabash, let me walk in

Evoke the muse that I may be knot.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

GENOCIDE PRESENTED TO THE WORLD

Pilgrims stream flowing blood
Heavily running red race in the Greenfield

Springs in the East
Lake in the West

Oceans in the North
Streams in the South

Oh, the ears be dead no more
Grasses in my field are withered adore

Naomi chapel is a Mara hill
Daily sponsored by immoral ill

Oh, if Heaven's real
May my Greenfield have no deal

Though persecution is part of the meal
What about "thou shall not killed"

In time like this
Unity, where's your sweet kiss!

For heaven's never deafening eternally. Hence,
But you Mercy, why a destructive patience?

Guns, steels, knives and axes
Arranging daily meetings in houses

Faith now running red races
To die, to live in different places

As brothers hurl against another
Inventing dangers in name of the Supernatural

The steps to the Maker is a distant hill
Watching daily religions' bitter pill

Why are we in this ill!
Because of negligence to the Divine will.






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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

GENOCIDAL DANCE

Father Abraham,
Have many sons,
Not as Adam's sons,
Cain who caused Abel harm.

One from Sarah,
Another from Hagar,
From the house of Pharaoh!
Slave, concubine in days of sorrow.

Isaac and Ishmael are a testicle,
From different vagina,
Coming with different miracle (s),
Pursuing heavenly arena.

Why are their offsprings!
In my generation of tasteless blood,
Why so unforgiving,
In the salvation of the merciful Lord?

Band is play for joy to dance,
Hearts hardy, humanity hue (s),
Harts sturdy, souls weary,
Oh Greenfield, elephants grows your grasses!

It had rained for long,
Yes, all had gone wrong,
Should the dreary weather drag us all alive!
Sue us to the storm,
Erosion runs red race!
Flowing blood to the stream.

Here is the thunder!
Please, let's not prosecute the strike,
Else, our pool becomes an ocean of blood,
Where lifejackets betrayed life to death.

Please! these guns are not good friend,
They sue elites to morning graves,
With perplexities at Christmas' end,
As trees grow on murderers' hearts.

Let all grasses bow on the same field
For all horns grow to the Sky
Why should we take the Thor
Of the supernatural with our mortal hands
Blocking the door from the window
But all things are the Lord.




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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WAR

The truth about the war is wearing dark
Walking about in every hearts
The victims breath because we're dark
The fingerprints grow ignorant grasses on the hearts.

We're limbs when light sued darkness for divorce
Not as monkeys when many lighters fleeted here
With future darkness in present lights
Fleeted away our peace, set up an eternal fights.

The steps to our graves were distant hill
 Grey grasses honoured our bald
Yes, death was an executive commissioner
Not as this daily womanizer.

The path to the sky was a straight, narrow line
What's this diversity in worship!
With invention of diverse warship (s)
Fouling humanity in so claims Divine

How shall we escape so great a danger!
With double-edge dagger
Oh life! bring back some dead!
Showcase many did.




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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

DUST ON THE GREEN BIBLE.

Dust on the green Bible,
Rotting righteousness, holiness in the Bible
And now comes the time,
The Lord gives her a worthy portions,
For the Lord loves the wicked everytime,
So, he shuts up her peace,
As in the ridding of Absalom,
Like the shame of them in Sodom,
The Lord is fretting the Greenfield,
And her adversary provokes her sore,
With the heavy steels from the womb of Hagar,
Because the Lord has shut up her peace
So, the dusty bible hues to the mount,
Wails to the Sky as rising death refuses to die.
She's bitter in her soul,
Very callous on her stool,
Wearing white cloaks on stinky skin,
How's dark, calmly elephant in slavery chain!
Spoiling the toiling of distant pains,
Your Moon is daily wanes!
As darkness quickly moves,
With heavy graves planting daily here,
The Storm wears garments unclear,
Wait, is it the feasts for fists,
Or the Christmas of guns?
But, this wound's win when,
Hearts grow grasses on onion,
Where a knife for one's a knife for all,
A pot of oil for one's a pot of oil for all.
Sandy is the foundation of green Bible!
Why won't erosion runs her to the West,
Like the Lord isn't in everywhere,
Is he deaf dumb to prayers!
Why won't cloud gathering on green prayers?
Oh Greenfield, elephants of the dark forest,
Where's the fist of her elbows,
What's this pride has done,
Just walking about a soundless gong,
Seeking salvation from piano song,
A self-made author, finisher of modern faith,
Faulted globally that he's coming for wealth.
Oh, how a little leaven leavens a whole loom!
A drop of blood bloody the whole field,
School has closed,
Here are the assessment report of failures.
"Destroy the enemies of your children Lord!",
But, God is not a murderer,
A creator of the earth of murderer
He only heartened the stiff-necked,
As when they stoned Stephen to dead,
Oh, dusty green bible do you pray?
Living on the mountain to blame
How could you sees through a dusty window!
To know the signs of the end coming
In her immediate becoming.


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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

MORAL DECADENCE IN OUR SOCIETY

They were giant rocks in the earth,

In those days of worth,

Crystal lakes flowed in the daughters of men,

And to them, they bore children,

Eagles not chickens,

And the right spirit strived with men!

They lived here before great and renown men,

They broke through before us this Sodom.


There's a screen beyond all hairs,

Who watches the wickedness of then and now,

And the continual multiplication of thoughts,

Evil and good shall stand erect and bow.


Time is a mighty deceiver!

Regardlessly flying above dark and grey,

The moulder shall destroy who he's moulded,

Will there be another time for this nudity?


All wrongs to morality shall not decay!

This maltreatment to privacy shall all pay,

Both man and beast,

Creeping things and fowls,

In the multitude of this tender mercies,

In the wrath of consuming fire.


What's this anger on this day

Speeding legs to sorrowful graves

Evoking thunderstorms on the hairs

With no homely carpet to lay? 



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