Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198 Founded in Constanţa, June 2020 The magazine appears in Romania editorial office Founding President Lenuș Lungu Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru Technical Editor Ioan Muntean Covers Ioan Muntean Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198
Founded in Constanţa, June 2020
The magazine appears in Romania
editorial office
Founding President Lenuș Lungu
Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean
Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru
Technical Editor Ioan Muntean
Covers Ioan Muntean
Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc
Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso
Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka
Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari
Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
Prince Steve Oyebode
Nigeria
A R M A G E D D O N
When shall the two forces ultimately meet,
I mean the existing forces of the good
And those we fathom as the current evils?
When shall all the people of our land be free?
We are so rich and blessed but poor
hopelessly
Immortal bequeathed to us good Doctors
But disappointedly they are less doctoring!
We have vast array of skilled men to protect
They instead terrorize and maim us
Western education keeps producing
Professors
But in reality, what are they professing?
What exactly are our hopes as a people with
common seal?
Those we focus as our Messiahs
Are recalcitrant tyrants looting our
treasures
Unrepentantly milking us and preying on us
Till every flesh in us become extinct
And skeleton becomes our new anatomy!
Those at the very helms of our affairs
Keep biting us with no visible teeth
We were tutored to keep mute while we
languish
There are cacophonies and brouhaha
everywhere
Everyone is raising placard driving home points
Against the perceived brutalization
Citizens are tired but set for a protracted protest
Not against our fellow in uniforms and boots alone
But against the entire so called office holders!
Who daily send us to sugarcane plantation
Where we work tediously with our mouths
being padlocked
Paradoxically, they gave us legs but with
varying shackles
We have mouths but rendered voiceless
Where are those with beautiful and clean
minds?
And when shall they face the category of the
evil
At the hallowed chamber of Armageddon?
The time is now for every Tom, Dick and
Harry
To have taste of the sweet savour of
independence!
Mayokun Kehinde
Folorunsho
The coming
tamarind
Some day in the shadow
of the sun
When they cross the
treshold
Their voice will no longer be
Buried in the catacomb
Of native and alien scourge
Whose trampled memories
Adrift in the alluvium of slavery
Were purged in torrents of elegy
That murmured their distant cries
Along the sea route
They were raped by that war
In bleeding nostalgia on their huts
As feudal flames flared
year I, No. 6, 2020, December
ISSN 2458-0198 – ISSN-L 2458-0198