Themes and Major Issues in The Fate of Vultures & Other Poems by Tanure Ojaide
(toc) #title= (Table of Content) Introduction Tanure Ojaide's collection of poems, The Fate of Vultures & Ot…
(toc) #title= (Table of Content) Introduction Tanure Ojaide's collection of poems, The Fate of Vultures & Ot…
Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The hand of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in my eyes, and sleep …
I screw my brother’s wife I am the slithering snake in the grass I am the yukky stuff that clogs the veins of the gov…
If it is true that the world talks too much then let’s all keep quiet and hear the eloquence of silence If it is true…
i thought of eden the first time i ate a fig i thought of a whiteman …
black people are born singers black people are born runners black people are peace-loving these myths make of us naïv…
Was I wrong when I thought All shall be avenged? Was I wrong when I thought The rope of iron holding the neck of youn…
O Mzingeli son of the illustrious clans You whose beauty spreads across the Tukela estuary Your memory haunts like tw…
Over the vast summer hills I shall commission the maternal sun To fetch you with her long tilted rays, The slow heave…
Cold the clammy cement sucks our naked feet a rheumy yellow bulb lights a damp grey wall the stubbled grass wet with …
Sleep well, my love, sleep well: the harbour lights glaze over restless docks, police cars cockroach through the tunn…
Nana, what about love? Love?… Love?… Love is not safe. Ama Ata Aidoo, ‘Changes’ But barter we did: it remains still t…
such grief might make mountains stop reverse the waters where they flow Anna Akhmatova, ‘Dedication’ I go, because yo…
Othello: Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour… The quick straddle will do. for now. nakedness itself is not the point;…
The locomotive breaks its run you descend to adjust your gaze your century, looking through your narrow point back in…
Watching the tombs tonight the desert raises its shadow the desert sees the caravan along its own arm: playing this g…
Who lived here when the stones were green verdigris of age when the reptilians marched like men into the night before…
Like others I get drunk in my blood hiccuping and await the souls of my brothers perennially on the song composed by …
Amadu I live alone inside four walls of books some I have read others will grow cobwebs or maybe like some old friend…
Eyes of heavenly essence, O breasts of the purity of breasts Russian sapphire of the blue of eyes O wine that mellows…