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Sunday 12 October 2025

Modern politics

‎Standing to bow at the gate of a single head,

‎When it is he who is in need of our help,

‎We bow to push for a leader,

‎Blinded by corruption while begging for crumbs,

‎Chanting to stand on his mandate,

‎He appears in need but forgets us upon fulfilment

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‎Is this the cause of his greediness?

‎Or our blindness?

‎Is this the so called democracy?

‎Why should we crawl in order to support a candidate,

‎Is this freedom, greed or blindness?

‎I wonder.

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‎We wait hours to get a glimpse....

‎Of a leader who remains clueless of our existence,

‎A leader who gathered pitiful tongues for his ambition,

‎Our voices, his stepping stone

‎While he lives in wealth and luxury,

‎Our tongues lose power,

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‎Though he sought to serve the interest of all,

‎The question arises,

‎Is this for the interest of all?

‎When a head ends up making most gains,

‎Than those who work for the achievement.

‎This modern politics calls for reforms!

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🖋️🦋 Emoteri
Monday 6 October 2025

Treasured Skins

Skins to be celebrated on its own,

Our icon of endurance that faded not,

Helpless echoes of silenced screams,

The embodiment of weighted sorrow and agony.

Priceless skin, spent toiling away for invaders,

Skins once deprived of freedom,

Bound in the shackles of slavery.


A skin never meant to be looked down upon,

Though they knew not its worth,

But the worth of its land.

Treating our abode like a zoo full of gold,

Aiming to trap the animals and claim the treasure.

Though robbed of resources and power,

Yet, our land survived.


Our skin, our pride,

It portrays our strength to stand still in storms,

Endowed with the beauty of its continent.

Now we stand tall in our freedom;

Upholding our dignity,

Black History!

We are Unchained Africa.


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🖋️🦋 Emoteri
Sunday 7 September 2025

Game of life


How sweet it is to be a child,

‎An age filled with nothing but joy,

‎Mingling with friends, no worries of hunger and shelter,

‎Moments that seem they will last forever.

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‎An age when the playground was all that mattered.

‎Yet, the dance of childhood is brief,

‎We grow older and face the weight of life,

‎Learning there is more to life than the playground.

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‎Each of us chasing our dreams,

‎Priorities shifting, the games fading.

‎The playground fades, and dreams take its place,

‎Such is the game of life.



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