THERE WAS A COUNTRY

There was a Country

Men from the rising sun

Conferred with those on its setting

To aid them sequester the ties of the uphill men

Nay born out of polygamous motives graced request

Guns are gone but pens still fire in Battle fields filled with ink

A fourth wise man appears from the east bearing a royal laced gift

A tribal time bomb ticking nothing like gifts of gold, frankincense or myrrh

If only we’ll act on the prophetic inaudible, we may never say there was a country

 

C’emeka Mbah

4.32pm, 15/11/2012

GOLD GREED

GOLD GREED

Gold

Never told

Us how cold

Betraying our own fold

Could  get our  souls  sold

Deserted alone with none to hold

Only to learn  when  grey  and  old

Never is  greed  a  virtue  of  the  bold

C’emeka Mbah 6.16am 29/08/2012

THE UNSUNG

THE UNSUNG

His Excellency, laud with loud ovation

Cost of victory simplified by great oration

But six feet down town lay the heroes that fought

The Unsung

The Artiste, performed far beyond expectation

Fans and figures doubled beyond computation

But down stage sat the obscure song writer

The Unsung

The Company toped the chart by nominations

Bully shares soared and blossomed beyond duration

But down sized stood her indebted work-force

The Unsung

Soon a new song will be sung

I dare you to lend your voice and sing

Not for stars but for their host the sky

For all who labour and linger in the soil of toil

But have remained with the clouds of

The Unsung

C’emeka Mbah

 4.22pm, 28/8/2012

IN DEATH

In Death
>
> When my eyelids close in death
>
> Please do not wail or mourn
>
> For it can’t cause a rebirth
>
> Do not act sober or pretend to cry
>
> Whereas all u need is a hiss & a sigh
>
> But if the emotions get so heavy
>
> Ma’brother shed a tear
>
> However it does me no good
>
> One thing I pray thee in death
>
> Honour the values I strive to live by
>
> Unto others do like unto u would
>
> For religion is not more than this
>
> Eat, drink and be merry
>
> For life is not more than this.

Like What

Like what?
>
> Like ants without a leader
>
> we all head to a place unknown
>
> Like spectators in a cinema
>
> we watch it all unfold
>
> Like the barren womb, never satisfied
>
> Have we sought & found but lost in rounds
>
> Like the ceasless time
>
> We’v not ceased
>
> Like the blue sun in the black day
>
> Some have exit others in transit
>
> Like the perching bird that continues in flight
>
> We have stopped to wonder but continue to wander
>
> Like the ended story
>
> We become once upon a time.
>
> Like what should we ascribe the reason for living?
>
> Though we like to liken it to what we like,
>
> But our end is like the spinning coin
>
> In us inherent is the power
>
> To determine head or tail.

C'emeka Mbah

Experience Peace

Do you hear the cry for inner peace?
>
> Amidst the troubled weather that wouldn’t cease
>
> Despite the shackles of time that cleaves…
>
> Hear your quest for mind rest
>
> That transcends the rough grip of its feathers
>
> I hear the sigh for inner peace
>
> The ironic headline of western news
>
> Of men who paid with blood beyond their dues
>
> And we trapped behind the bars of manipulated media
>
> Troubled on every side like a snow fall in summer
>
> Let’s try the road of inner peace
>
> The hallmark of the preacher’s sermon
>
> The foretold joy of babies unborn
>
> While jailed beneath their mother’s chest
>
> Or thereafter drinking from the fountains of their breast
>
> It is a hunger that wells from deep within
>
> A desire that yells for wholeness and a spark of divinity
>
> The known answers of unknown questions
>
> Answers are not found in these lines
>
> Nor in that of another
>
> But lies in you and for you to trigger
>
> As you close your eyes to the world
>
> Just to have a clearer view of you
>
> You can only experience peace
>
> When you are in one piece.
>
> Emeka Mbah

COME TO THINK...

Come to think …

…of little kids trying to mask their

Insecurity by revealing yours

Of critics making a conclusion

Prior to a discussion

Of Business partners pretending to care

While seeking their share

Of parents, carrying our burden but

Liking it all the way

Of friends biased with fears

That we wouldn’t sojourn in their tears

Of enemies wanting a truce, but like us wouldn’t say

Of preachers showing their strength and

Pointing our weaknesses

Of a duo falling in love and getting the bruises

Of boys trying to be closer to our sisters

Than we can ever be

Of girls taking the whole attention off our brothers

Of orphans, seeing our parents and missing theirs

Of thieves needing our valuables more than we do

Of drivers enjoying a ride they may never own

Of celebs made rich by fans, but far richer than fans

Of fans dying for one who knows them not

Of soldiers in a bid for life, willing to die

Of the devil, we deny in speech but affiliate with in conduct

Of sex a vehicle for both life and death

Of you attaining your dreams and attracting our envy

Of me leaving behind these very last words:

Of you dying and being thought of

What will you be remembered for?

Come to think of it.

Emeka Mbah

A HE

there is a He
conceived by divinity
begat by virginity
strength defined
beauty defied
a man amongst men

there is a He
overflowing with affection
and overwhelming compassion
made tender whispers
yet spoke volumes
a speech one time too many...
He wooed me
far golgotha
made the spill
that ousts my bill
loving me and thought it wise
to pay my maiden price
at Calvary tree
now i bear his name
the He with uncommon fame

once again,
there is a He
conceived by divinity
begat by virginity
strength defined
beauty defied
a He not in gender nut in role

WANA~BE

then i saw Mandela
world's number one man of substance
the very epitome of good governance
protagonist of every story teller
and guess what it had on me?
i signed up a wana~be

then i saw Bill
not Clinton but Gate
a nerd who has dollar for a date
i prayed to feature in his will
and guess what it had on me?
i signed up a wana~be

then i saw woods
the wild in the domestic field of golf
preys on flocks of medals like a wolf
grins from chin to chin in all moods
and guess what it had on me?
i signed up a wana~be

now time is gone and spent
having within the shades of figuers i admire
and the true me dashed in the mire
unfulfiled and deserted in this tent
when the truth dawned on me
a wana~ be will never be
no one wana be like a wana~be

so this is from me to thee
you rather be you than a wana~be

Thin Line

Lord, grant grace i pray thee
unto me, to differentiate between
meekness and weakness
humility and timidity
confidence and arrogance
self seeking and self motivating
remorse and repentance
resting and sleeping
quietness and silence
making sense and making noise
concern and worry
wealth and money
More so, dearest Lord i besiege thee
teach me to differentiate between me and mine
and the truth that nothing is truly mine
when i'm truly thine

IN NIGERIA

In Nigeria

The sun rises in the South and sets in the North

Birds of the same feather don’t flock together

Show me your enemy and I will tell you who you are

Lives are lived at owner’s risk

Which way Nigeria

In Nigeria

They frustrate unity in diversity and facilitate diversity in unity

Majority could have their say but the Minority will have their way

Yes u can’t beat them, Sorry you can’t join them

As for those on board Charity begins abroad

They cut their coat according to our size

Who said they can’t eat their cake and have ours?

What goes around never comes around

For as they make our bed so we lie

Alas there is honor amongst thieves

Some fingers are more equal.

In Nigeria

North or South home is in doubt

East or West Home is in Mess

Few are called but many are chosen

Few are cold many are frozen

Fraud is thicker than water

In Nigeria

Children are the destitute of tomorrow

With an evaporating economy, looking for a future to borrow

Yes the rich also cry, but the poor always sorrow

Yet they manipulate media with their ceaseless creed

We hear but we don’t see, less deed more greed

But if you and I will sow a different seed

The land will blossom in a quantum leap

It may not be immediate for nothing good comes cheap

Nevertheless what we sow we must surely reap.

In Nigeria

You and I must build and journey the extra mile

To immortality and embrace posterity with a smile

UNCOMMON

When a like pole casts attractions

When you receive the kiss of innocence

From a lad, lad in lad hood

And the sun sets at dawn

While the moon smiled at those who mourn

at the birth of an infant



When divorced at honeymoon

A coffin prepared for you while alive

An unworthy friend proves faithful

As your very foe rescues you from death

Robbed by the cops and

Robbers run to your aid

Your bishop promotes promiscuity

The devil advices you to repent

Just as you were duped by a clergy

A beggar offers you alms



When your lawyer indicts you

And your doctor poisons you

A wicked witch donates her blood

Fear not for an atheist prays for you

That, Mohamed told me in church.



When you begin to hear the smell

And perceive the voice of the ancient

For you've got an heir before the man

You call father and have also

Gotten infatuated with your mother



Though uncommon it may appear

That the moon and sun met in the sky

That the leopard and ewe Could wine and dine

Birds swimming through the ocean tide

while watching the Atlantic dry

And the fishes flew to the skies

on that dark sunny night

Dare the impossible and be uncommon

Greetings from the craven of okikie

UNTOLD PASSIONS OF AN AFRICAN CHILD I

She Said:What are tales without moonlight?
What are palms without wine?
Again, what are palms without oil?
Never a vegetation without soil.
Could there be kingdoms without kings
Could there be royalty without loyalty
The African clouds are heavy in heart
Yet they shed no rain
Those old men talk without speaking
So much noise but without a voice
Orators can chant what they may
But Oracles will show us the way
Alas! They’ve taken the lead off our leaders
They mortgaged the future and left in sorrow
The deformed epileptic leaders of tomorrow

So tell me the hope of breasts without sucklings
They could be big and firm, rage and dangle, but is destined to fall
Show me the dignity of uncovered coverings
Tell me the joy of moonlight without tales
We hear the cock-crow but where is the morning?
Empty clouds, lonely nights, unseen mornings…
Who can tell the passions of an African child?

UNTOLD PASSIONS OF AN AFRICAN CHILD II

He Said:Come, come my Mother’s daughter
Let my sword return to your sheet so that we can birth peace
Lets take the home back to our houses
Lets take back the crowns to our kings
Lets make a speech out of our talks
And a voice out of our words
If only every finger will become a hand
If only we can make a rain out of every drop
Then we can tell tales by moonlight
Fetch oil and wine from every palm
The dusk will flee for the dawn
And the roaster will announce the Morn
These I cried as a prospect from the bar
Now a suspect wailing behind bars

I hear their rantings and chantings:
Africa could be potent but lacks potency
Any Dick could have sons
But not all will be Dickson
Anaan, Obama and Mandela they cheered
That one, this one and that other one they jeered
They said: Africa rules America
Yet Africa can never rule Africa
That we no longer can curdle
The civilization we once cradled
But here I am a humble scribbler
Telling the untold passions of an African Child
Vulnerable to all sorts
Deprived of hope and Comforts

UNTOLD PASSION OF AN AFRICAN CHILD III

They Said:We watched as he hid his sword in her sheet
To bear peace but she bore him the
Twins- Poverty and Penury
We watched as he proposed a health center
Behold, here stands the death center
We watched as he hid his sword in her sheet
Again, and again and again
And the pleasure of the process brought him great pleasure
The beauty of pain is the joy of the gain
Here comes the African child
For in the travail of death, life is birth
But form Dan to Sheba it is rumored
African rulers grasp for the food of sucklings
Devouring her great future, a supposed reserve of an unweaned child
Yea, African resources are like her unweary nipples
Ever gushing flow triggerd by persistent milking
Alas, nations avoid you for your milk is gone sour
And your rulers have left no integrity in between your thighs
Oh! Africa, the same dimples that smiled at your nipples
Now desert you and your longing child

The land could be virgin, no doubt, but
Virginity lacks credibility when there is nothing
Reserved to feed the unborn child
The mamary fountains are left dry
How will you attend the cry?
Of this African child?

A gaze at the Cross

A gaze at the Cross


Each time I gaze at the cross
It brings to mind my friend
He died my death that
I may live his life.
The bloody spill that ousts my bill
He lived to die, and in dying he forever lives
Now I die to live, and in living will never die
He breathed his last that at last he may put to death
My debt to death.

Another gaze at the Cross…
A scene of sin, the cause of the curse
He thought of me as the prize to give himself as a price
I journey through life free from the curse of the cross
Never to nurse a fear, nor shed a tear for he’s ever near
Only he could fend for a friend till the very end
Being so kind climbed the Calvary tree
With the mind to find mankind.

Each time I gaze at the cross
I remember how he bled and shed his red
If indeed blood is life
Then life begins at the cross
Take a look at the cross



Mbah Chukwuemeka  C

THE CROSS

THREE ON A TREE

THREE ON A TREE

There were three on a tree
But only one climbed Calvary
To find mankind
He had us in mind
Then made the ascent that led to his descent
Fought and found us in this filthy tent
With out spread arms wooing us to his bosom
For a healing hug, love and life to blossom
World’s costliest transaction ever to be
Was negotiated on a tree of three

There were three on a tree
But only one turned Calvary
To a red river
The very first ever
Blood flowing like a fuming flood
Gushing, washing, and flushing; mud
Filth and guilt from all at the river bank
Drowned in blood, rank by rank, till it all sank

There were three on a tree
But onlyone built Calvary
Into a bridge
Fixed each ridge
To ferry humanity to divinity
From the banks of the red river drowning iniquity
The voyage from this terrestrial ball
To his celestial shore, was all
Because of the one who chose a tree
The cruel but only way to set us free

Emeka Mbah 10/07/2011 9.37pm 

Creation Awaits

CREATION AWAITS:
the shining not the lightning
the walking not the talking
the sample not the examples
the implementing not the formulating
the reach not the speech
the character not the charisma
the creator not the creature

CREATION AWAITS:
 the service not the servants
the love not the resolve
the sermon not the mammon
the oracle not the orator
the God of men not the Men of God
the pleasure not the pressure
the perfection not the aspiration
the earnings not the yearnings

CREATION AWAITS:
 the manifestations not the explanations of the Sons of God

iRap

i speak under d influence but aint d most high
i no be witch, how come i too fly
fresh n balling without messi
field of study guru without jersey
haters keep talking but i'm still too deaf
cooking tasty lyrics like a royal cheff
mothers dey talk sey i be tight wRAPper
even when i dey ping with ur baby mama
if ur babe bold like BB dont torch her curve
wait & ring d finger before your guns revolve
i'm spirit filled not like Klint d Drunk
doing good in my hood like a monk
my status update comes with a healing touch
FB friends too much like i'm forming a church
i'm feeling too hot  please be my fan
my fee's gone high yet not a san
as i spit on the mic folks give me d thumb
they form my apprentice, wondering if i'm Thrump
Niggers call me Mary cos i fly virgin
soaring high, super-fly,my language sef na pigeon

Evol

Love
If you were a work of fiction
I’ll call you Cupid
If you were to be a sign
I’ll cross my arms
If you were to be my date
I’ll call you February the Fourteenth

Love

Both verb and noun
As to numbers you are four
To colours you are red
To shapes you are a heart
To toys you are a teddy
To insects you are a butterfly
To destitute you are Charity
As to kind you are Agape
Yet still-
I wonder and ponder
On who and what you are.

Love

Passion girded with action
Cars call you Ferrari
Cities call you Paris
Plants call you Rose
Fools call you sex
Humans call you Christ
Scriptures call you God

Love

You were valentine to saints
You were Theresa to Nuns
The Mandela of Politicians
Many times used
Many times abused
A Terrestrial word
With Celestial origin
You make Legends- those who live and lead a life of love




Love

Twinkle, Twikle, little Love
How I ponder on what you are
Far from us yet so nigh
Like an alien from the sky

Love

Humans call you Christ
Scriptures call you God
They forever live, those who give and die for love


20th/21st Aug. 2011
 emekA mbaH

DESTITUTES OF OUR LAND

Now

You laugh they cry
You eat they starve
You stand they fall
You walk they crawl

Soon

You sow they reap
You labour they sleep
You pay they bill
You hurt they heal

Earlier

They hunger you dine
They thirst you wine
You rise they hide
You blossom they slide

If Now

They call you answer
They mourn you gather
They perish you save
They signal you wave

Later

You sing they cheer
You speak they hear
You ask they give
For you lived and let live

emekA mbaH 2011

LET NOT THIS FIRE SPREAD

LET NOT THIS FIRE SPREAD

Let not this fire spread

To the rising smoke & flame put an end

To the oil, tears and blood spilled and shed

To the loss and broken heart that time’ll never mend

Please let not this fire spread

Let not this fire spread

For in defense will each for himself fend

An invite to the chaos, war and famine we so much dread

So let the Great & Mighty for peace stoop and bend

Please let not this fire spread

Let no this fire spread

Vice and violence have become the new trend

Adieu to all our compatriots who fell and bled

Who stood firm for truth and refused to blend

Please let not this fire spread

Let not this fire spread

This tiny sparks may escalate beyond what we intend

In protest we have shunned the hunt for our daily bread

Do not bask slowly in shady silence and pretend

Please let not this fire spread

Let not this fire spread

Ours is a nation known to invest less than we spend

Dissatisfaction and anger color our very eyes red

Address priorities, corruption and frivolities suspend

Please let not this fire spread

Let not this fire spread

Whether you earn billions or less than a stipend

Remember we will lie as we make our bed

This broken wall is for us all to mend

Please let not this fire spread

Let not this fire spread

This is the cry we’ve signed and now send

For the Labors of our Heroes past and dead

We unite as one and our voices we lend

Please let not this fire spread.

C’emeka Mbah [Esq]

10-01-2012

Promising Young Man

PROMISING YOUNG MAN

PROMISING YOUNG MAN

Hear the travails of a single mother
Traded her heaven for love
But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran
Now she cries aloud to every woman
Be ware of a promising young man

He promised to move me mountains
He vowed to spring forth like fountains
At my faintest whisper when in need
And called on cupid to strike him stupid
If he is short of a word or letter in his creed

He stands and mopes as thought lost in lust
 It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust
He calls my left keg wonderful
And the right he christened as powerful
Both together he called beautiful

He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes
That heaven is hid between my very thighs
And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven
He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven
Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven

He said my presence did make him shiver
And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river
If only I would be his all in one miss
He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss
And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss

Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan
Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone
From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven
Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven
He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven


C’emeka Mbah 1/12/2011

Bloody Bill

Bloody Bill

In him was the curse of the law personified
Born a lion in royalty, died a lamb in loyalty
Calvary deal was sealed with the blood of Christ the crucified
The one broker through whom humanity has acquired her share in Divinity
An investment that yields a premium of an endless life
Of one who spent the rest of his earthly life to give the life of his heavenly rest
Transforming the woe of his foe into his church and worth wife
In dying her death she may live his life; true love at its best
The Prince came to the earth to shop for a bride
Willingly signed a bloody bill regardless of price
Calvary deal was sealed with the blood of Christ the crucified
I died in his death, alas! I live and won’t die twice.
C’emeka Mbah 1/2/2012

VIRGIN VERSES

Virgin Verses
My verses are virgin never been said
My stanzas are maiden never been heard
They cheer like beer, making many glad
Drowning the flood from the eyes of the sad

My diction is distinct, simple and true
My lines run on pun, romantic and blue
Rhythmic rhymes refreshing as due
Specially brewed by me for you
C’emeka Mbah 2/2/2012

BRIDE PRIDE

BRIDE PRIDE
Comely & Charming yet Cheerful and Chaste
Basks in Blissful plethora of abundance without waste
She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day
A rare lady
Of Uncommon Story

Rooted in Christ, with the Charisma & Character
Deep in her career call like fish in the water
She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day
A rare lass
Of Uncommon Class

Committed to Purpose and Communicates in grace
The Custodian of my heart, my dice and my ace
She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day
A rare dame
Of Uncommon fame

Driven by Passion and timely in action
Nurtured her gifts into skills for our vision
She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day
A rare wife
Of Uncommon life

Gallant in Glamour with wit yet graceful and simple
Lit my life with the brightness of your face and dimple
You are loving & loyal as the sun is to the day
My rare bride
In whom I do pride

02/02/2012
C’emeka Mbah

THE SACRIFICE

For You
           I gave up my daily bread
For You
           I healed, taught and fed
For You
           I prayed, wept and bled
For You
           I took the path all dread to tred
For You
           I was willing to shed my last red
                                               Only give me your heart my friend
                                              And I will keep you to the very end

11/02/2012
C'emeka Mbah

THE THINGS THAT WORK FOR US

About the Word
The word edifies and sanctifies

About the blood
The blood purifies and justifies

About the Spirit
He Comforts our every tear
and confronts our every fear

About Love
the way of the father, merciful,tender & mild
the core of our essence, a prerequisite for every child

About Faith
introduced to us by the spoken word
the victory by which we overcame the world

About Hope
the lifeline to a promise that is invisible
the propeller to live for a reward that is invincible

About the name
a superior brand inferior to no other
our access to assets of limitless order

About the Anointing
unparallelled lubricant & yoke breaker
for excellence in the service of the master

About Worship
truly a spiritual love affair
beyond words of emotional flair

About the Cross
there the spill was made
and there the bill was paid

About the Church
our very fold and common pride
chosen by the father as the son's bride

About Prayer
a sure link for fellowship and intimacy
our medium of negotiation and diplomacy

About the Son
Born of the Father, hailed by all as Jesus
The custodian of the things that work for us

2nd/ April/2012

C'emeka Mbah Esq

IBO MEN

Ever seen a nation:
of men who added extra to their ordinary
of men who became super in the natural
of men who inserted meta to the physical
of men who brought in 'IM' to mortality
men who in search for a fair nut
prospered even in the far north
and cheered others to fear not
men who arose when many were called and few chosen
burning with passion when many were cold and few frozen
men while colleagues where in sited were out standing
and have vowed never to sit in but stand out
men who through faith change and recreate fate
men who defy deities to kiss destiny
took terrestrial trade from global to celestial
men who now trade words with gods
Ndi Igbo
rooted in Nigeria and prospering in diaspora
if only Oha Na Eze could be ONE
then IBOs will forever be Indivisible Brothers Occupying stately

FALSE CAUSE

Elite few for their political reasons & scheming
in deception drew many feeble fellows with a tint of religious emotion
Men who do evil in the name of good and serve the devil in the name of God
Wonder why we would worship deities if we have to protect them and defend their cause
and their feeble faithfuls faithfully fan a false cause
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

You claimed to be anti western education
But you are pro western technology & ammunition
fruits of a failed marriage, the abomination of amalgamation
Men of customized violence & signature blood shed
Lo you've turned a green land red
survivors who once bled are now dead
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

You claimed your problem was the government
But you bombed the unarmed and innocent
I know of a place you'll never raze or dent
Too many Mosquitoes standing untouched and fat
Yet you set ablaze a moving Church rat
Which heavens do you connect from your mat
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

Some Say you are fanatical and political
Others say your cause is unrealistic, cannibalistic & tribalistic
Whatever the case, I loathe your bloody passion & fashion
You smoked to ashes mother and child
and returned untimely to dust a groom and his bride
Yet some keep mum, others speak in tongues tender and mild
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

You double the woes of the Niger-area
and in your folly, threw stones at the market square
You've lost some of your own and soon to be deserted alone
Imagine the opportunities lost at a senseless cost
In my mother-tongue, I bid you to end this wrong
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

I have had this burden borne like a laden camel
it is true our beliefs differ in Isaac and Ishmael
Yet i entreat you in the name of our father Abraham
Let folks flock in your pastures without fear of harm
For infected with dirge is my song that is sung
True we do not share a common tongue
But its crystal clear we share a common skin
The victims of your transferred aggression ask,'What is our sin?'
are we the government or the western education so forbidden?
Sheet your explosive swords and let words detonate from your mouth
Remember the support and base of every North is a supplying South
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm

C'emeka Mbah 9:50am 19/05/2012