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FULANI WANDERERS...From Senegambia's ancient sands they came,Fulbe, wanderers, with Fulfulde's flame.North African roots...
12/08/2025

FULANI WANDERERS...

From Senegambia's ancient sands they came,
Fulbe, wanderers, with Fulfulde's flame.
North African roots, where Berber winds did blow,
Mixed with Sahel's pulse, their origins aglow.

Through Egypt’s delta, as Hyksos they trod,
Shepherd kings of old, with cattle as their god.
Across the Sahara, their story was spun,
A people of the herd, beneath the blazing sun.

To African’s heart, they drifted with guile,
Their cattle a mask, their ambition no trial.
From the 13th century, through Sahel’s wide gate,
They crept into Nigeria, weaving their fate.

With hooves and soft steps, claiming what they could,
Grazing on lands where ancient tribes stood.
The Hausa’s domains, once vibrant and free,
Fell to the Jihad, in 1804’s decree.

Usman Dan Fodio, with fervor and sword,
Carved the Sokoto, where Fulani were lord.
A cunning divine, cloaked in faith’s holy guise,
They seized northern plains, beneath the weeping skies.

Cattle trails stretched, through Middle Belt’s green,
Where farmers’ fields bloomed, in peace once serene.
Encroaching with herds, they grazed without care,
Destroying the crops, sowing strife in the air.

From Ilorin to Benue to Plateau, their presence took hold,
A silent conquest, more ruthless than bold.
Over half of Nigeria, their shadow now falls,
From Sokoto’s spires to the Middle Belt’s calls.

Nomads no more, yet their herds still roam free,
On stolen lands, claimed by stealthy decree.
The Nok, the Igbo, the Yoruba lament,
Their fields turned to dust, their futures misspent.

Their cunning was woven in pastoral disguise,
A dance of the herdsmen, with calculating eyes.
No clash of great armies, no banners unfurled,
But a slow, creeping tide that engulfed half a world.

O Fulani herdsmen, your tale is a blade,
Cutting through Africa, where history is betrayed.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©110825

SAVE ME... (To Kill A Monkey)...Cheated from the start,Born a man;Dad's pride,Mum's joy.No truth was told,Or hint to win...
04/08/2025

SAVE ME... (To Kill A Monkey)...

Cheated from the start,
Born a man;
Dad's pride,
Mum's joy.

No truth was told,
Or hint to win this game;
Life is a trap,
Until we call it a wrap.

It's a zoo down here,
Cages are the trouble we share;
Mine is terribly doubled,
I hope my kids understand.

Every choice I've made,
I am the villain;
No witnesses, only judgement,
I should die for me but I don't matter.

I won sometimes, the throne was home,
My pleasure was to elevate;
But little food is never enough for a crowd,
My stream dried and the ladder broke.

Trodden under feet,
Blindfolded, ropes on my chin;
I am the only sinner,
The executioners are saints I guess.

Sad reality, corrections are not valid here,
You miss it, you expire;
I'm already guilty of future wrongs,
I hope I meet my grandchildren...

Written By Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©010925...

WEIGHT OF THE WORLD…In the middle of the night I wake,Thoughts beyond my head, I quake;Who do I call? What will this mak...
25/07/2025

WEIGHT OF THE WORLD…

In the middle of the night I wake,
Thoughts beyond my head, I quake;
Who do I call? What will this make?
Do I fall in God’s plan like Drake?

Contacts on my phone, a crowded space,
But when I raise my voice, they erase;
Leaving me to my problem’s fist,
They abandon like I’m a beast.

Troubles don’t last, so they say,
I wait for my own miracle, day to day;
I have prayed with the words I could say,
Yet these bills are on replay.

'Without a silver spoon', a book that beckons me,
These dark times, even my shadow leaves me;
I am not lazy, I work and love to try, yet they mock me,
No evidence for the years I tried, who believes me?

Loans on my neck, bills on my back,
Life’s endless needs on attack;
Every time I save a coin so I’d never lack,
These weights spring up and tolls me right back.

I am drowning unnoticed, though they see me,
I hope, like Jonah, this darkness will thrust me forward into light.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©250725

WE ALL CRY..We all cry, in joy and pain,Shadows cast, in the sun's warm rain;Happiness and downtimes blend,Smearing life...
23/07/2025

WE ALL CRY..

We all cry, in joy and pain,
Shadows cast, in the sun's warm rain;
Happiness and downtimes blend,
Smearing life's canvas, a complex trend.

Those who don’t have long to have,
Those who have crave for more;
The childless yearn for children,
Parents faint over expenses.

The blind hunger for sight,
Those who see starve for what they've seen;
The deaf plead to hear,
Those who heard hope to un-hear.

The poor seek for comfort,
Healthy ones scamper for riches;
The sick pray for vibrant health,
Dead people wished for life.

The ugly run for beauty,
The beautiful regret the cost,
The slender envy the chubby;
The fattened worry about fashion.

This is our way of life,
When this cycle ends, life ends.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©220725

BLOOM...My spark, laid dormant deep,Until my warmth made it creep;In seasons of doubt, a seed sown,In my soul's garden, ...
20/07/2025

BLOOM...

My spark, laid dormant deep,
Until my warmth made it creep;
In seasons of doubt, a seed sown,
In my soul's garden, this flame's grown.

My heart's petals unfold,
Shedding masks that hid my true gold;
My roots of resilience, deep and strong,
Nourished lessons learned, my heart's grown.

A mirror's gaze, a stranger's face did stare,
Till I sort beyond the pain and the glare;
For the beauty, the strength and light within,
Slowly, my true self bloomed again.

My passion's color, once bland and grey,
Now vibrant and bold, in a kaleidoscope sway;
My purpose's aroma wafts, a fragrance so sweet,
As I tend this garden, my dreams meet.

This is rebirth, I've found my voice, my song,
A melody that echoes, where I wholly belonged;
The world may see changes, but Yah and I knows,
The journey it took, to let my true self grow.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©190725

UNEQUALS...Fishes swim in waters deep,Birds soar high, their freedom keeps.We reside on land, unequal still,Struggling t...
18/07/2025

UNEQUALS...

Fishes swim in waters deep,
Birds soar high, their freedom keeps.
We reside on land, unequal still,
Struggling to climb life's rugged hill.

The wealthy inherit, their riches abound,
While others fight to survive, their future unbound.
Farmers reap what they sow, their tables full,
Royals hoard, their excesses a heavy toll.

Elites own beachside mansions, serene and bright,
While others go hungry, their bellies tight.
Executives drink from crystal springs,
Thirst chokes the masses, their future's darkening.

We wear masks to hide our pain,
The laundry man's overwhelmed, the stains remain.
Naked souls wander, lost and bare,
While real estate moguls build empires to share.

Our blood is one, our roots the same,
Yet inequality's stark, a painful game.
We're all made of dust, our time is short,
But some live in luxury, while others struggle to report.

All fingers may not be the same length,
But perhaps we can strive for a more equal strength.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP) 180725

BLACK MANGreetings, warrior of Alkebulan's sacred soil,Long gone, you've left your homeland's noble toil.Strangers took ...
14/07/2025

BLACK MAN

Greetings, warrior of Alkebulan's sacred soil,
Long gone, you've left your homeland's noble toil.
Strangers took your stand, erasing history's page,
With deceitful hands, they stole your rightful stage.

Mongo Park's lie, a discovery claimed,
He found you thriving, in your own domain;
You shared your food, and ended his plight,
Yet he did erase your story, and s***f out your light.

We are the Moors, who ruled with royal might,
Seven centuries of greatness, in the darkness of night.
We taught them all, until they stood tall and strong,
Yet they repaid us with disloyalty, and a history that's wrong.

Lewis Howard Latimer, the light bulb curator,
Was hidden behind as Thomas Edison stole his glory, a predator.
Endless blessings to humanity from our ancient root,
But white supremacy devour, loot and dispute.

Alkebulan, torn apart, ‘Africa', a name imposed,
Mother of mankind, reduced to a color, disclosed.
But Ethiopia's kept her pride, a beacon bright,
Her warriors fought, and turned not back at night.

Warriors gave their lives, to halt slavery's chains,
Igbo landing echoes, with the whispers of their pains.
Europe and America, built on our backs, they rise,
Riding on our shoulders, with lies, and a master's guise.

They erased our identity, and stole our throne,
Leaving us lost, with no roots, no name, or home;
But I have found myself, in the depths of my soul,
Now, the only person, who doesn't know you, is YOU…

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©120725

DIFFERENT ERAMen were men, women were women, roles defined,Marriage was sacred, beauty was nature's design.Fathers provi...
14/07/2025

DIFFERENT ERA

Men were men, women were women, roles defined,
Marriage was sacred, beauty was nature's design.
Fathers provided, mothers nurtured with care,
Children respected, values were passed down with flair.

Pastors guided souls, teachers taught with truth,
Governments served the people, in youth.
Communities were tight-knit, we knew each other's name,
Families were strong, and love was our aim.

Life was slower, simpler, yet rich in its way,
We found joy in everyday moments come what may.
People worked hard, played hard, and lived with a grin,
Our struggles and triumphs, a story to be told within.

Children played outside 'til the moon shone bright,
Their laughter echoed as they danced through the night.
Parents were respected; wisdom was shared with care,
Elders were cherished, with love and flair.

A simpler time, perhaps, but one we adored,
A past that shaped us, forever stored.
Though times have changed, the world has moved on,
The memories of that era will forever be strong.

The values we learned, lessons we've known,
Still guide us today, as we navigate life's unknown.
The love we were shown, the kindness we've seen,
Remain with us still, a treasured dream.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©120725

DUE FOR FREEDOMGardens don't bloom in deserts' burning sand,Gold isn't found on floors, without a careful hand.Elephants...
14/07/2025

DUE FOR FREEDOM

Gardens don't bloom in deserts' burning sand,
Gold isn't found on floors, without a careful hand.
Elephants don't birth every year, a rare delight,
There's a time for change, a moment to ignite.

Once Africa's giant, now lost in time,
Glories faded, under sick deception's grime.
Ruthless leaders, careless of the people's plight,
Trample resources meant for us, in endless night.

The people toil, the elites reap the gain,
The hungry cry, the privileged feast again.
The lame runs, politicians buy new cars,
While insecurity's shadow looms, like scars.

Insecurity's gift to communities, a curse,
Injustice stains the faces of the poor, a constant verse.
Laws are charades, for those with wealth and might,
Pastors preach what the powerful dictate, day and night.

No one challenges these thieves with impunity,
Judges are bought, before verdicts, a certainty.
Who'll save the innocent from this snare?
Heaven fights for those who dare to care.

Those who speak out, are locked away,
Those who remain silent get shot, each day.
I'm writing this, because I'm tired of the fear,
After reading, I hope you'd join me with your spear.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©140725

HOW MUCH FOR A RENO...?A tale of transformation, once noble and true,Now tainted by greed, and a heart anew.You were Dav...
14/07/2025

HOW MUCH FOR A RENO...?

A tale of transformation, once noble and true,
Now tainted by greed, and a heart anew.
You were David, with love for Jonathan's soul,
But behind the scenes, you plotted his downfall whole.

Like a light bulb, you switched allegiance fast,
In Waziri's camp, you pitched your tent at last.
Flying Jagaban's flag, in darkness you reside,
Roasting agbado, with a spark that won't subside.

Pinocchio's misery, a reflection of your plight,
You stole his gift, and lied with all your might.
Your words extinguish light, leaving only night,
A shadow of your former self, without a fight.

Mr. Peter's influence, a toxic hold on you,
You follow like a goat, with no critical view.
His actions make you swell, with pride or spite,
But down the Nile, you'll float, without a fight.

If Portable rose next, you'd sing his praise,
Dropping clear texts, of his greatness in amaze.
But wisdom's loss, is now your defining trait,
A cheap price paid, for fleeting wealth and fame's weight.

Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift(DVP)©140725

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