Saint Chidi

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Saint Chidi is a multifaceted personality - a writer, poet, and songwriter from Nigeria. He is known for his prolific writing, which includes books like 'Virtual Origin' (prose) , 'National Treasure', 'Peace Lift: A National Re-orientation', 'Poésie de l'amour', and 'Apocalypse'. He has also written and published numerous poems, such as 'Love is a Wife', 'Goodbye Bafana', 'Dear Pergamum', 'African American', 'Nightfall in Soweto', 'Mehara', and 'Juice', among others. His writings and works of art have inspired many readers and young people with the right aspirations for life, earning him several accolades. St Chidi has won international awards, including the ICLC award in Johannesburg, South Africa, and was recognized as one of the top 25 young African leaders (FALA) for his impact on humanity.)

The Best Poem Of Saint Chidi

The Maafa (Slave Trade Twist)

Hands chained
Feet fettered
Emotions battered
Hope barracooned
Identity shattered
Homage marred
Families left behind

They marched for days, barefooted
From Dahormey to Badagry
From Calabar to Bonny camp
Until the stop of the unfamiliar sea
And they wonder if they'll ever see home again
But as they turned to at least say goodbye
Their heart completely broken
Only to see that those who help to sell them out
Were people who looked exactly like them

It is true that our history is complicated
Because no one ever told us the complete truth
They said the white men came with their blackness
And took us slaves to a no man's land
But how come, no one never talked about
The greed of the Oyo Empire
And their raiding army
The Agojie soldiers of Dahormey
And their captive bait
No one talked about the Great Benin kingdom
And the marchandize of Brass manilas
In exchange for those they call their own

It is true that the white men built the ship
But it was our own that helped to fill it up
So before you point at the white man
For taking us slaves from our tropics
Let's not forget it was our own who sold us
All for the gold, silver, and ivory
Before we change the narative
Let's not forget
It's the same blood we spill over
We would finally step on

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