This thread is dedicated to Africa & all her inhabitants.
This is a thread aimed at promoting poetry, poets and agitating the spirit of Africanism in the heart of Africans.

Whyke Anthology is A Gathering Of Voices Somewhere In Africa, Using Their Pen As Their Weapon, Promoting Africanism, Negritude & Blackism.

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Poet Stephen Obella debuts as Whyke's voice with his poem MAMA AFRICA.

Stephen is a Ugandan poet who lives and writes from Uganda. Mama Africa is a reflection of wars every Africa fights from within against relevancy, Inferiority Complex & Racism.

This poem is a painting of hearts on pages crying to be freed from the shackles of mind slavery.

This poem is a charge! A call to action.

Stephen's voice deserves to be heard & celebrated, Enjoy!���
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/mama-africa.html

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The Liberian born poet cum voice of Whyke Anthology - Bill Ivans Gbafore, voices again...

"I'll Carry My Africa With Me" is a rather short but concise poem that pierces through the veil of Africanism.

This poem is coated with pride of being African & is coloured with virtues of life... Its really going to be a great and pleasurable ride for every reader.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/ill-carry-my-africa-with-me.html

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Love Transforms?

This is Ogundeji Theophilus whose mighty Pen's named; Afrophilius, telling his tale of his journey into the valley where Evil & Good resides.

The valley supports echoes; this is the product of a being whose head is a pitch for a match between resounding voices. This piece is precise.

Does love really transform? Find out, as this voice of Whyke from Nigeria tells his tale via words broken into verses & stanzas.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/love-transforms.html

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The sun is believed to be a god; a fighter; one who fights against darkness for our sake.

But, what if the sun advises, how would it look like? Maybe like a god telling his oracles the right way to conduct the burning incense, or a mother telling her child the right man to marry... The sun is diverse in its ways.

This is a poem of no ordinary sun, but THE GOLDEN SUN, written By Uganda born poet - Stephen Obella.

Enjoy!
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/the-golden-sun.html

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Sometimes the male child becomes too broken that his lips fails to gesture to life again, his face becomes an apartment that houses death; stiffening his feet from leaving their place... Sometimes the male child is forced to keep quiet & face the travails of life all alone - silently. Why?

From birth has the male child being left all to himself in this part of the world we find ourselves in - Africa, and this has deeply eaten into our roots, sprouting termites in our society... What can be done.

This is Sanusi Emmanuel telling a tale of doom prior to his life as a boy child gradually developing into adulthood... This is no fiction.

This is a poem to reckon with and dance slowly to the tune it plays into our ears, making us leap back into the right lane of child caring.

Read poem via>>>
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/broken.html

The male child should be acknowledged as well, for the pain he bears from within unspoken can't me measured. This poem is broken just as the writer is...

Enjoy!

Sometimes we get too acquainted with life that fear becomes a thing of objection - we live everyday believing fear has gone into extinction. But no! It didn't, rather are there some forces blinding our eyes from feeding on fear, making us live without an element of fear in us.

This is Bill Ivans Gbafore, the Liberian poet, sharpening our mind with this beauty laced piece titled - THE REASON I LIVE WITHOUT FEAR.

What makes us live without fear? What are the forces? How do we identify them & welcome them into our homes, thus calling fear a bastard - chasing him away from our souls.

How? Just How?
Why? Maybe when "How" is found.

Enjoy!���
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/the-reasons-i-live-without-fear.html

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To every girl child is an implanted fear, to every girl child is an unknown future - maybe bright or dim.

To every girl child is the right to live, but to every girl child also is the right to die. To every girl child is the freedom to movement, but to every girl child is the tendency to walk into traps...

Traps built by the male child inorder to get access to their honeycombs. Every lady is prone to rape - beautiful, ugly...

What help can we thus render to save the girl child from falling completely into this ditch? This is Brenda Martha from Kenya doing her quota with this thrilling piece titled DEFILED.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/defiled.html

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Many a time do we run into our futures, while unknowingly forgetting better pieces of us in our pasts. We get carried away by illusions; mirages; things that doesn't exist. We forget our origin.

Over time, this illusions begins to accumulate, sending waves of forgetfulness into out brain veins. We get covered by another man's luxury, making us miss our paths to victory.

But, it's time to uncover the veil. This veil that we took upon ourselves by ourselves. It's time to break through this covering & continue our races towards total liberty & victory. Africa, it is time to rise.

This is Sanusi Bolaji Emmanuel ink shaped into stanzas & verses, calling us - Africans, to action.

Enjoy!
https://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/uncover.html?m=1

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Jay Nijimirah voices once again with his poem PERILS.

Let's all rise to this voice & salute the call to patriotism.

Read poem via>>> https://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/perils.html?m=1

Enjoy!

Prior to Brenda Martha poem titled DEFILED, which rings loud the menace of Rape the girl child is subjected to, Fagbeyide Kehinde debuts as Whyke's Voice with the same tune. He titled his; IKOKO AKUFO; The Lamentation Of A Broken Pot.

This poem is for the female child, filled with sad but thoughtful images painted on our conscious & subconscious mind.

Brevity & simplicity coupled with nature's-like symbolism is employed in this poem in order to ensure a smooth ride of reading.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/ikoko-akufo-lamentation-of-broken-pot.html

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Enjoy your weekend with "I AM RACIST" by Dipantiche Naporoo Shitobu - The Creative Thinker.

Telling the African tale is our business & here is one of our end products... I am Not A Colour/I am A Colour?. Decide for yourself now!

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/i-am-racist.html

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Dear Someone,
Sometimes truly, there are certain moments you'll need shoulders to lean on; Palms to ply the route of your cheeks; Arms outstretched with you dying in them; Laps on which you bury your head into...
Sometime you'll need someone to talk to, someone who'll draw you closer & whisper into your ears; "All will be well".
Truly sometimes dear someone, you'll fall into this phase of life...

& Even if you find it difficult to get this calibres of people, then this poem is here to stand by you & draw your mind into the custody of peace - Dear someone, this poem is for you & those whose strength is fading away.

This is Akuvi Aguedze on paper once again, with this piece titled DEAR SOMEONE.

Dear Someone, hope you enjoy your read & find hope & courage to pick your shattered pieces to forge on in life after the read... Enjoy!
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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/dear-someone.html

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"By The River Benue" is a dirge cum song of redemption by Fagbeyide Kehinde (Nigeria)

This poem's salutation to fallen heroes & voices whose soul had been battered to the cross. This poem is full of emptiness just as the writer while penning...

This is also a poem calling us all to action once again for the sake of Benue.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/by-river-benue.html

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LEGACY (Ode to Quincy L. Burrowes)
Poet - Bill Ivans Gbafore

The beauty in this poem is the characterized rhythm & rhyme pattern it employs. Every reader would unconsciously snap his/her fingers while reading this poem - doubt that? Let's see!

Principally, this poem teaches all to hold on & persevere, live life to the fullest with the aim of leaving a trademark for others trailing behind. Sometimes when we need shoulders to lean on for motivation, I guess this poem would serve that position.

Now grab a seat, curve your lips to a shape of whistle, tap your tables gently & read this poem along with us!

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/06/legacy.html

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I AM NIGERIA,
& This is Nigeria.

There are prayers that can't be answered except we burn incense & give sacrificial offering says our pastor, thus, I danced pitifully under a facade of joy to the alter to drop my last 1000 naira. Now home has become hell I'm scared to face, because Nkechi, my beautiful dutifully skillful wife awaits me at home for foodstuffs I promised to buy on my way back from church. But, what can I do after all, THIS IS NIGERIA!

Sanusi Bolaji Emmanuel on this one titled - I AM NIGERIA. Poem after Falz's "This Is Nigeria", painting colours of Nigeria on pages broken into shades of verses & stanzas.

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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/06/i-am-nigeria.html

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Akuvi Aguedze speaks on Feminism!

FEMI is an Epic demonstrating the birth, development, existence & possible deaths of feminism in our society.

A legend once said "no one can describe your pain as you do". No one can thus, tell a tale as the victim does - This is a feminist voice speaking to us all...

Epic - Poetry - Voice... This is the story of Femi - The feminist.

Are you a Feminist/An aspiring feminist/A supporter of Equity? This if for you... Enjoy!���
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/06/femi_13.html
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When boys became men, there are stories painted on their lips ready to be torn off to brethrens treading the same path. When boys became men, there are tales untold during their transformation that'd be ready to be spitted out...

This is a story of courage not miracle. This is a story of faded love cum unrepentant selflessness. This is a story of boys who were painted on faces of humans as stones! - Boys whose bodies houses fire.

This is a story told by Brenda Martha on the soil of Kenya. This story is our story of survival... Enjoy!!!
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http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/06/this-is-story.html

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