Poetry from Ajise Vincent


They said my ancestors

wore sackclothes and raffias

of infectious nature,

that caused the outbreak

Of the black man disease.Polygamy.

So they brought chromatic strings

To beautify the nudity of our flesh

So men could dine with lust

And become dogs that are never satisfied.


I’ve seen homes

where dreams are lighted by poverty

and puffed out into oblivion

to cling to void air of nothingness. Homes

, where hopes are fed with smokes

pervading from ashes of bombed futures. Homes

, where foetuses seek to tango with death

even before the dance of delivery. These homes

are silent gladiators that inhibit the growth of posterity.

They are arsenals to kick start a revolution

at the demise of dusk.


Devious carnivores tieing turbans,

Tearing decorum of the Maghreb.

Heart steeled: dissipating mortals

With bogus pellets of martyrdom

Ancient caliphates they decimate.

Each dappled ruins tell gory tales

Of pouty vultures eating corpses,

Yet in their guts they still banter.

Hungry dust they solemnly satisfy

With remains of excavated graves

& blood of impeccable juveniles

Catalyzed by feral raids of impiety.

Innocent babies now motherless,

Drinking milks of their sly sisters–

Who now find daily nourishment

Betwixt the thighs of these carnivores


Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poem “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea- Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015. His works have been published in London grip magazine, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary magazine, AfricanWriter, Indian periodical, Social Justice Poetry, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Afrikana ng, Poetry Pacific, The Poet Community, Whispers, Commonline Journal, Novel Afrique, Black Boy Review, Tuck Magazine and various literary outlets. He is currently finishing up a major in Economics at the University