Tayo Pete Olafioye
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A Carnival of Looters
Missions abroad
Ken Saro-Wiwa
Oh world: we thank you

A Stroke of Hope
Foreward
Tribute to the stealth bomber
At that moment of departure
Let me trot again
Now that I am well
My epitaph - whenever
Confessions of the moral lepers

Arrowheads To My Heart
Monument to madness
Brain-drain in Africa
Feminine mystique
My husband has gone crazy
Who am I?
Siblings
The institute of rumors
Rienhartsen's abduction
Oh Harry

Ogoni's Agonies
Ogoni people, the oil wells
of Nigeria

Parliament of Idiots
One day
Azikiwe's curse
The impeachment

The Fish Rots From the Head
Uganda massacres of 2000
Sierra Leone
Rwanda & Burundi
The music of my heart
I will love you

Ubangiji
Sometimes
My edenic violet
On the retirement of my shoe
Aiyelala

Sorrows of a Town Crier
African envoys
Harmattan Christmas
The workshop of madness
Marital infidelity
Epilogue for tomorrow
Wedding ring
American satire

Grandma's Sun
excerpt from novel

Article
Who Killed Cicero?

Now that I am well

I carry the sun within me
My nights are lit with the full moon
Every new day the dawn inspires me
I hear the birds chirping in unison with the
waterfalls
Nature's chorus of fidelity.

I spring briskly with my unseeing feet
My world fills with silence, the stillness of
happiness.
My intimacy embraces distance from worries.
My heart works the miracles of the invincible.
I feel the presence of the unseen, and the
Hallelujah of resurrection

Who has not smelt death does not know the joy of
living.
It is the warmth of the broken heart
The face does not stand the smoke
A firm tree does not bow to a storm
Ancestral spirits resist my demise
I wear the heart of the lion
A fitting tribute to my lineage.
Only dead fish swims
With the stream all the time.

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