If you Can. Join us at the Whitney M Young Hall 2 Walter Caring-ton Lagos
We meet on every 1st Thursday of a new Month.
Please Call 08074601731 to be added to the Guest List on the Next Reading

If you would like to read your works
Send the Work to usalfwriter@gmail.com
Please be sure to send the works Before the 20th of every Month if you want your poems/ Short stories e.t.c to be read to the audience

You Can also Join us on Facebook on this link
https://www./readitloudnigeria/

and Register on the link below.
http:///readitloudregistration

We hope to see you soon

The Next Reading session comes up on the 5th of April at the” Whitney M Young” Hall of the US embassy No 2, Walter Carrington Victoria Island
Only Writers are invited
If you would like to participate in the reading session
Please send two of you preferred work (Poetry, Short stories or Prose) to the e mail

usalfwriter@gmail.com

Text your full name to the number below or Call to receive sms invites for the programme
Or call 08095325810

Luminous light from far away France lit the path of self-knowledge

Lending insight to the bruising of our natural coats by pale minds

Precocious volcanic lyrics erupted from captives and bond brothers

Harmless writs on hardened backs break now in pieces, a philosophy
For Africa reminiscing our untold indignities and countless opprobrium.



Eager, yet confined; in their labors dying in installments in heated hatred

Edicts of antagonism borne in a spree of speechless mocking of taskmasters:

Obtuse commanders scrutinizing with guns and rifles

Ready to waste fellow fragile fitted frame in fanatical frenzy
And shattered carcasses shoveled as dirt into unready graves



Odors of death in every dawning of their morning masked with Vodka

Offensive Hide the cause of the increasing throes of sojourners

Timorously invaded by nightmares and befuddled by stolen night winks

As fish out of water, gasping for unfriendly breaths of survival
Necks twisted from constant back watching of invading vampires.



Pretentious humility to thaw their fierce feelings and daily kill intentions

Propitious hopes of liberty from enforced tyrants and steal masters of colony

Waiting, and waiting still for bigots’ new knowledge that same blood runs in all

For the rancorous raging of unspoken hate to cease in our world
But “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do”



Ostracized yet conscripted to run intricate errands for their ends

Obnoxious demands vex the soul yet never a word of phobia in mannerism,

Rock breaking, imposed horticulture and nameless chores of shame.

Hoary, worn, frail, with empty stomachs or aspirin infested bones:
Bond of scribbling sufferers melting the heated point of liberty



League learners of law carved on stones road maps and log

Littering walls with profundity and reckoning reason for the flight

While royal lords obscured in these brogue and deep jargon

Slept on in their drunken stupor of willing ills and accord
Until the shame of tyranny was exposed through lenses and goggles



Dogmatic canting as illusory bliss in covered faces once made bold

Dumb drums mutate into apathy from border to borders.

Slaves are freed by truth and Masters take the place of ignoramuses

By all wickedness in their nature and bestial hating of color
Burned in anger with damaged health of the bearer of the burden





Skeptics, though pained, mock at the pens of forerunners of freedom

Stimulating tired feet of loving lovers of nature’s honored color into action

Who built others’ walls having none but etched civility on their minds

Erected the schools from Ethiopia to Greece, Rome and Britain,
Yet, our humble start flowed from France from the painless pen of a few.



Eccentrics from humble beginnings in a cavalcade stir up dormant brethren

Egregious rabble-rousers oppressed with water canisters and rubber bullets

Offspring of choristers of cramp cathedral on Wall Street as sturdy icons

Yesterday Misgivings morphed into glittering stars of Hollywood skyline
Though some still harbor ampules for needles of hatred and bigotry



Duress herald diplomatic dialogues in treaties for gains from motherland

Diamonds and precious stones, gold excavated heaped on dromedaries

Hauled to Zurich as treasures; loot of brigandage awaiting fiery judgment

Evangelized uncommon wealth made common by the amity of deception
Enriching “Her Majesty’s” coffers and pamper Princes and Presidents



Anesthetizing our wounds with priestly bells of Sabbath’s confessions

Appalling injustices and perfidy executed on African borders

Occidental museums shamelessly exhibit black crafts

Were they bought, borrowed, or stolen?
You that read know better than I do. Trust me.



Roars of deprivation thunder again as boundaries are zipped

Ridicules of chauvinism as Imposed Masters require a Visa

English from their colonies and France from their states

Where lie the privileges of subjugation?
Hypocrites. Keep the answers; we shall keep paying your due$ for entry.



Surprised? Even they, beggarly request hundred-dollar bills from voyagers

Squandered fees of “Refused” tourists while foolishly allowing feigning Terrorists

“We are rich”. How? With the widow’s mite of black brothers as Vi$a fees.

One million applicants yet one unworthy choice at random in diplomatic continuance
They are pitifully poor without this fraud. Trust me.



Evince my truth false, bring reasons to disprove my lies, I ‘d love to be stupid

Employed leading lords of our jungles are their pets, we know well.

Our criminals are well tutored to vandalize at their instructions

And are hailed and fooled with flattery words and accolades
Lording us in unfinished ruin by Mr. Presidents and Her Royal Majesty





Negritude is new never dead as they think it did in France, “I am Black and Proud”

Never was He killed like they do today

Like Damilola Taylor, or the innocent unknown secret murders of scores of settlers

We are fools and remain so as long as serenity overcomes arrogance
Our weapon is peace, Love is key. Trust me.



Groveling in crust under sponsored supervision of state to launder

Grit of groaning heaved on homeland searching out the goods amid deprivations

Castles of gold and jeweled stones but smidgens as reward for abhorred skin brothers

Lacuna of hate on these minds cloaked in invisible supercilious attires
The scorn appearing in Britain, America, Russia, France, Japan and Germany



Hearty acrimony, rancorous disdain for inveterate shades of difference

Humiliating ours, like Jews to the Gentiles, though from same loin twisted.

“Are we better than they? ” Are they not all slaves to one master unregenerate?

Cease; bury arrogance, same sky, rain, cloud and sure same judgment soon
Welcome brother again, love is the key. Trust me.



Organize the fractured system; the hue does not determine the soul of Man

Objects are covered with particles; the value is invisible, same with all men

Seek meaning. Dig deeper into reasons, visible jewels rot and mutate.

Who is Man? The color or the stature?
No. The Soul. What canst thou know?



Recognize with reverence His wisdom. Stop the snow if you can

Relent from odium; abate the rain, in your wisdom.

Restore the dignity with humility,

Repair the broken bridge
Regard not my hurting letter; still very humble but not a slave.

President
Olusegun
Obasanjo-
Atiku Abubakar



Promises of pardoned traitors   

Reek like ancient regrets.

Exhibitions,

Steeped in rapacity.

Inured to light, they

Dominate blindly

Evoking the same air of oppression

Noteworthy of the days of yore.

Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.





Over us, they bellow.

Lording it, they rule

Under the guise of foreign dogmas,

Silence all demanding.

Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies

Gloats with our reserves.

Unaffected by the groaning of a people

Nestled in penury.





Our Overseers,

Behemoths, disguised,

Assiduously make us the

Shame of the whole world while

At  perfect ease with themselves.

Neglecting the many sufferers about, they

Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as

Our poverty became their riches.





And the bespectacled gargoyle

Trenched in the prison called Rock.

Impervious to all wisdom,

Kept an unholy vigil as

Undertakers beckoned suddenly.





Archetypical simpletons, they

Bask in gaudy wealth

Untouched by the miseries surrounding them

Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.

Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,

Kleptocrats searching for new honour.

Aglow in oily garbs, they

Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!

Macaulay Oluseyi Akinbami



http://www.poemhunter.com/members/mpoems/default.asp?show=poem&poem=29840524

Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard
From interrupters of our histories,
With trophies, allays a regret and loss
So little for so great a heart,
Take a bow, take a bow.

Liberal lord of limpid looks
Grand philosophy too many for little minds,
Art of African arts
Impenetrable obscurity to the impatient,
Take a bow, take a bow.

Entangled genus in the darkest harbor,
Found in a waste howling wilderness,
Left to die in the gaols like their many kills,
And death too weak, spewed him in his flowers
Take a bow, take a bow.

Scrupulous dexterity of the bearded laurel
Multitudinous nobility and countless soothing saccharine
A restoration of our dignity  not celebrated, and un-sung.
Tyrannous candor engulfed intelligential
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obdurate at the palaces of murderers
Smiling at military cavalcades, the terror of comrades.
Where barrels pacify the wrangling of children men.
A beholding bluff like Ogun’s  iron garb
Take a bow, take a bow.

Yea, the snow-like signature in scraggy form
Impresses nature’s validity on his authority,
Corroding flesh lacerate aptness from his brow
Gyrating orbits of unmatched intelligence
Take a bow, take a bow.




Invisible man from the “kongi” kingdom
Imposing trepidation on pharaohs in the jungle,
Brawny penchant where others retire,
On Lagos streets and London’s courtyard
Take a bow, take a bow.

Nibble in niggle, stripping rogues of honor
Loathing unsavory milk unlike sycophants
Discarding opulence to mediate for the poor
With no reward or crown in intention
Take a bow, take a bow.

Knack for wars with imperious monsters
A constant blustery of unrepentant “Vagabonds”
Dusk till dawn, yearning for Justice.
Crying still, for murdered motherland
Take a bow, take a bow.

And  if he dies tomorrow,
As death to all must come,
His posture, a statue for ever,
On our minds and in those rulers of the jungle.
Take a bow, take a bow. 



       
                                            Dedicated to Prof. Wole Soyinka
                                            Nobel Laurate 1986


http://www.poemhunter.com/members/mpoems/default.asp?show=poem&poem=3597478

This is to invite writers of all literary genres and especially Poets to an American reading corner at the US Embassy Walter Carrington Victoria Island Lagos Nigeria
Please Note, that it is a monthly reading session for literary works
You have the privilege of reading your works while other Poets listen and critic the work of Arts
There are limited invitations for participants in Lagos area Abuja and other major city will follow after.
If you would like to participate in this monthly exercise,
Please Call Macaulay for Interaction and invites,
On 08095325810
The first Reading is slated for March 1st 2012
Please Prospective readers are expected to present a Poem for examination and critic
The best Poet will be given recognition