Japheth Obasi

Biography: A poet who crafts out the art from anything although he is a science student 😃

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Japheth Obasi
Wednesday 20 January 2021

Abnormal man

A man I know

Who heads a crackling

Mud house built

On the cliff

Of an ancient ant hill.

The shrine speaks of

Him so often to Ezemmuo.

And Ezemmuo whispers

Aloud to us: "That man 

Has his head cat and rat!"

His children are sickly

With ricket and their

Teeths starve for meat.

They say each time I

Offer them a plate:

"Keep the plate and have us!"

This man I know

Fights for a portion

Of the kitchen with

Three house wives.

This man is a pot bellied

And fat stuffed in the

Flesh kind of man

Whose stomach is fatigued

With children plates.

He is a man who

Fills even his scrotum

With precious coins

And rumbles in rage:

"We should borrow!"

When the winds give

Birth to hurricane

Which makes love to tornado

This man sleeps on his mat

And let's his mud house

Dance with chaos.



Japheth Obasi
Tuesday 19 January 2021

A New Leaf

I want you to burst out

From the bud of

My past mistakes and

Bad habits. Out of

The me I wish to

Drown in the sea.

Of all my sins and

Malefactors that have 

So far pulled an ocean

Of saliva to the dirt 

Ground of Earth.

Derive your pigment of bright green

From my faded hopes 

And ambitions which have 

Been murdered before their time.

Gather strength and

Stability to your stem

From the decayed trees 

Of my past fruitless life.

Use the rays of sunshine waisting

Away on my browned past

And produce your meals 

To hold your body strong 

For the new me 

Engraved in your womb.


Japheth Obasi
Tuesday 19 January 2021

As A Country Soweth. . .

Let the elders frown not

For it has to be so.

If the gods are silent trouble

Them not with sacrifices of this

"gods forsaken land."

Men of mud house beat 

The wailing women and smack our

Sickly children. Scold them to not

Anymore lament and sorrow of the

Cautions of the past day.

This is our land - always and forever,

Our home grown calamity, our

Turbulence out of stubbornness,

Our choice portion of the table.

This is the finger we all

Pointed with open eyes and

Sober heart,

And now the same innocent 

Ears we chose to deafen with

Ignorance, pride and lust.

This is the us we let

Ourselves to be.

This is the same white we

Forced in between two greens,

Without a thought of it's


This is the reap of our sow!


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