Ambassadors of Poverty

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Ambassadors of poverty are                    The corrupt masters of the economy   With their head abroad                                   And anus at home                                      Patriots in reverse order            Determined merchants of loot            Who boost the economy of the colonial order                                                                  To impoverish brothers and sisters at home

Ambassadors of poverty are the ‘saviors’ of the people                                              Office loafers in the guise of workers. Barons of incompetence                        With kleptomaniac fingers                      And suckling filaments                                   Position occupants and enemies of service                                                                    Locked in corrosive war of corruption       With their people’s treasury                          And killing their future

By  Philip Udeh. 

Where are you?

WHERE ARE YOU?

In real life,

everyone is social.

loves going out,

has a lot of friends,

Can’t stop talking,

Cool

Fashionable.

 then you go online

and read blogs.

Suddenly everyone is shy,

Quiet

Introverted,

nerdy,

loves reading

Where are those people in real life?

#New Voice

SubconsciousΒ 

An Alarm clock

that could never be stopped

It goes off every  few minutes

So loud, 

So disturbing, 

Creating a cacophony

of ugly sounds.

Get a hammer.

Use it to smash the clock,

but nothing can break it;

Its too strong,                                               too powerful

Try to carry it                                                    and throw it out the window,                         but its too heavy.                                              remove the batteries?                                    It has no batteries.                                           It doesn’t need batteries.

        #Newvoice      

     

Poemspeak

Haunted

“How silly you are. Do you think that knowing the truth will help you get closure? Do you think that you will learn a valuable lesson and move in with your life? Oh dear no. Somethings are better left as a mystery piece. I warned you, remember? I kept locking all those secrets away to prevent any further damage, but no your curiosity wouldn’t let you go. So how dare you come to me telling me how you are chased by scary monsters when you fall asleep. You asked for this, now take responsibility for you decisions.”

#TheNewVoice.

Sunnah of the Day

DAIRY OF A MUSLIMAH

“Eat together and do not eat separately, for the blessing is in being together.”

Reference: Sunan Ibn Majah
English reference : Vol. 4, Book 29, Hadith 3287
Arabic reference : Book 29, Hadith 3412
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Poemspeak

What is a waste of time

Doing something. That will not help you be a better person, 

that will not entertain you

Or educate you.

Or transforme you..

     Ask yourself

If you are exactly

the same person.

that you were

before it. 

                Time is money. #Newvoice.

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it’s so frustrating

when i ask a question

and receive the answer

to a completely different question.

be precise.

What colour is it?

Colours are interesting; some are dull.

some are bright.

but what colour is it?

colours bring life to the  canvas

BUT WHAT COLOUR IS IT?

I love colours

sigh.

By The New Voice

Poemspeak

​Letter to a Ghost. By Robert Okaji

Had I not dreamed your death, I would have praised this day.
Your name rests in a wooden box on a desk

in a room far away and twice as old as we were then.
My penance in this phase: to continue.

I gather words close and refrain from admissions.
The clock on the wall seldom chimes,

like one whose vows circumvent convenience, or
a shade allowing the barest sliver of light

through the window. That tock preceding
a long silence. Snow blanketing the mounded earth.

Your scent never lingers past sleep, where you remain.
At last I no longer covet those sheets you’ve shared.

Your name rests in a box. I gather words and refrain.

Poem Speak

 You are the wounded cat

walked with pains 

in the  heartbeat of a lion

You are truly a strong  misty  cologne 

Burning your  love 

in spicy humane care.  For you, see- my heart pray

with a rhythm of

Faith stronger than Rocks.  Oh!  I know not

If peace will find my soul

If  I and my hands fail

 to respray you bits

from the love you’ve spread  in your bleeding edge  Yet,

Would I know?  If Aspirin is a healer

Or heals The distance between

We- as it is as though,

Such a gap between

 a fan and a follower  a living and a dead

I’m blind,  I can’t see

If it is my sob for you,

Or my   prayer for you

That may wild stronger 

Wings to fly  

                  

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Diary of a Muslimah

KINSHIP

‘A’isha reported that the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, “Kinship (rahim) is derived from Allah. If anyone maintains ties of kinship Allah maintains ties with him. If anyone cuts them off, Allah cuts him off.”

Reference : Al-Adab Al-Mufrad 55
In-book reference : Book 2, Hadith 9
English translation : Book 2, Hadith 55

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