Women

A Family unit – Poetry on Domestic Violence by Arinzechukwu Patrick featuring Kofi Eghan

June 17, 2017

It’s hard to exit toxic relationships. For example the family unit, some people just learn to endure a certain kind of pain that they get used to it. Like every form of training, physical and verbal abuse, over time, becomes hard to decolonize. Achebe once said, “Being Nigerian is abysmally frustrating and unbelievably exciting.” It […]

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How Igbo Women Greet

April 29, 2017

As a boy aunties used to come from the village and rushed into our house to hug my mother. They each had a unique way they greeted, some began by shouting hysterically from outside and calling my mother’s first name, dropping everything they had on the floor and not letting the car stop. And when […]

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Your favorite music

April 21, 2017

Your favourite music Sounds better in your lover’s house Because love, like sex, is an aphrodisiac Your senses heightens when You are with the one you love.

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Dazzling Daisy: A Poem By Kofi Eghan

April 21, 2017

Dazzling daisy, One who is pretty and never naughty. Your smooth words and flattering speeches, Causes my heart to melt like a snow on a mountain on a sunny day. Dazzling daisy. If you travel so far beyond the reach of roads, And I find no ship to sail the seas. Then I will swim […]

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Before You Talk About Love: Poetry by Kofi Eghan

April 21, 2017

Before you talk about love, whether good or bad. You have to know how it feels before you do talk about it. Love is strange, sometimes it comes like a rain. Not showing forth any sign of clouds, but then it falls. Love can take away your pain, and it can take away your sorrows. […]

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Stranger Daughter

April 21, 2017

I lay on the ground reading a book when my daughter, Elsa, walked passed me and sat on the couch I plopped my legs crossed at the ankle. Elsa sighed loudly as if a heft had just been thrown down on her slender shoulders; remitting subtle signals of distress was her way of getting my […]

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Do you believe women should also have a right to vote?

April 1, 2017

At the bar I met a woman named S. Honey-colored pupils Tiny braids on head shaved at both sides A fox, Wore ripped jeans Had really nice teeth And a perfect ass S. made a healthy conversation She likes red wine, Star, Heineken, Guinness And believes feminism is easy to understand. As easy as having […]

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Pretence

March 10, 2017

I always wondered Up until this moment Why the first one Whom I first told I truly loved was The first one To call my love pretence And it makes sense Because most people I have told I love you Have never believed it  

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Uninvited

February 18, 2017

Love is embarrassing To watch. Honest actions show themselves thoughtlessly Shamelessly That onlookers feel uninvited. Even when lovers invite you Statements and questions Are thrown at you An outsider can tell It’s never for you to answer Because you are not in their love.

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Sook

December 11, 2016

Her body is like a form, I try to make It into a shape but Each part begs for attention. Her throat looks like it was clamped under her throat like a choker, Her clavicles look like they hang on her shoulders, Like on displays at museums The slopes and swell of her breasts bear […]

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Gwan

December 11, 2016

Look at you out here, Flexing long legs and going the distance. You used to cry Nights Blubbering of how you weren’t strong Not woman enough But you surprised yourself, You surprised everyone. I remember you mostly as the shy girl Clumsy and recluse With the round medicated glasses How times have changed Look how […]

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Mame

December 11, 2016

You go on endless woman tantrums I will never understand Because I am a man But I listen, I listen to everything you say What you don’t say Most things you won’t say I listen, I wait, Patiently, For you to laugh and flash diastema Wider than Manchester United’s defence That, I understand.

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Your Sister

December 11, 2016

I like her, She isn’t around me all the time She is busy and that’s cool, She found me busy and then let me love her Isn’t that cool? Your sister calls twice a week, Wednesdays and Fridays after her day She calls to know if I wrote, Stepped out, Made new friends we can […]

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Accra Diaries

September 30, 2016

Disclaimer: Although this is the fictitious story, the history of it is real. I don’t want to rewrite history but certainly to portray the events and characters realistically. Any semblances or similarities to actual events or persons, whether living or dead is entirely coincidental. All images used belong to Arinzechukwu Patrick unless stated otherwise.   […]

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