Evening Falls On Lukwangulo

I'm gon' light up the world

Like a thunder ball

This lil' smile of mine

I'm gon' let it shine

Like I don't care about war

Or don't give 'bout the desolation

That racks my private corner

I ain't withering like wet paper

I am not the victim

I am the killer

I'm staying positive

Traversing the bitter

To so much better

I'm gon' shine my smile

And light up the sky

I'm gon' lift my eyes

And soar like a kite

I am not the victim

I wrote the verdict

I am the killer

I am not a squealer

I won't bow to hopelessness

Ama take my somebodyness

And bulldoze a path

To a brand new start.

Akpan

Rust on the Razor

Photo Courtesy: UNHCR (@refugees)
This child refugee from South Sudan says she wants to be a
nurse when she grows up. Still keeping the faith even in exile.

There's some pretty girl but homeless

Say she wanna be a nurse when she grow up.

Shaken but already thinking of healing the hopeless

Cause in the darkness real stars keep their head up.

Now ain't that some jewel you wanna look up or hook up

Or maybe root for to have a shot at life in days to come.

This wonderful light ain't gatto be this way

We gatto make a change strive to create a better day.

Journey with 'em thro their misery be the emissary

Of luxury it's not chemistry it’s necessary we make history

Come, give me your hand. Help her stand. Be the man.

We can turn her plan to something grand. Yes we can.

Akpan

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Otherside

Photo Courtesy: UNHCR (@Refugees)
For Syrian Refugees

Will I make it to the otherside?

Beyond this grave of dreams;

That special place where the imagination

Explodes in daylight?

My soul barely exists

Waiting thirstily for the delights

Of fulfillment in a world

Where patience is defeated.

It's hard not to kick against the goads

Cause the times is ill fated.

The quest for glory

Drains me and fills me with rage,

The road to immortality is paved

With hate-induced goals.

Yet mortal men thrust into it blinded

Multiplying well-avoidable throes.

But will I ever fill that space

And appropriately

Obtain the good grace

To equip the man of my dreams

With a tool to win in this spiteful race?

Akpan

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