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Poetry from Umar Yogiza Jr

A Poem by Umar Yogiza Jr

Colour of My Home

home is not in me
don’t search for its roads in my body
it leads to nowhere
it is a prison
a pregnant razor
knife that sculpted cross of stone
for the son of god who’ll return our sins

home is amnesia
forgetting and absorbing
a blood diamond crown
on my mind’s head
a colourless ambition

the home in me is a weapon:
a knife
a gun
a razor
an explosive
a shirt of revenge in my body
and you are near, please know
the country in my heart is a war
survival is a weapon
I may not know when I hurt you.

grief sits with me
held me dear
but deaf to my cries
like a burning fire, neglecting the cries of its victims

my fear became a calculator
calculating
the distance between
me and the grave

discovering home is a war
a weapon of corruption
a city purposely lighted on fire
home is far here
only death is near
it is the room I sleep in
in order to forget tomorrow


Umar Yogiza Jr is from Giza, Nasarawa State. He lives and writes from Abuja, Nigeria. His works have appeared in Arielchart, Spillwords, Pikerpress, Duanepoetree, Tuck Magazine, Poets in Nigeria, African Writers, ANA Reviews, Thematic journal of English poets, anthologies, journals and many online platforms.

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3 Comments

  1. The poem is rich, full of abstract imagery. In of the stanza the persona mixed metaphor and paradox to tell us how struggle for survival in a country where corruption thrive is nothing, less or more, than war. Each person is striving hard to fulfil his/her needs, not just striving, but doing so even at the detriment of of others. But, in the end where does all these struggles and striving lead us, if not to a common destination? Grave or death is the end.
    The persona said:

    “discovering home is a war
    a weapon of corruption
    a city purposely lighted on fire
    home is far here
    only death is near
    it is the room I sleep in
    in order to forget tomorrow”

  2. Your poem is good
    It has a voice of a bitter fade up cry
    Also a clear message and also abstract meaning. It is nice well done

  3. The uncertainty of life in Nigeria and our proximity to death and other calamities that characterize our lives is aptly captured here in language and imageries that leave one mesmerized and salivating for more. Kudos Umar

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