Lost identity

Lost Identity 

We were the art,
that created the artefact.
We were the freedom,
That gave birth to the masonry.
The original, 
Behind the originality.

In the mind,
Of the lettered ones; 
the technology,
In the heart of the forest,
Is a beauty,
that never sleeps.

The  heart of the demi gods,
Bore the fairest of all creatures.

We were not lettered;
Our greatness,
Was beyond the pen.
The ink;that fuel, 
Our education,
Is a river that never dries.

We were cultured.
With Kings, and traditions.
We were seekers of truth. 
A firm believer of honesty. 

On the journey of live.
We traded our viceroy,
For the men of our dreams.
They came with their history,
They  put live in our sculptures.

“We became idolaters
 seeking power in the hands 
Of our creations”

Along came a storm.
liberating us;
the reign of idolatry. 

It came with a price. 
A trade of our tradition.
Demonising our identity.
With powers beyond,
Our imaginations.

We were never saved. 

They are the lettered ones.
It was subtle and swift.
our mind, 
Yearn for their truth.
We traded our education, 
For their expired education.
We were seeker of truth.
Basking in pure honesty.


Our interest in honesty,
Became a weapon of dishonesty .
Our seed of reality, 
Became our dreams.

We were gullible goats
With  faithful stubbornness 

In the wilderness of confusion. 
We found a religion, 
That dictated our identity. 

We answer to
the call of foreigners 
With no visible direction 

A perfect scalar quantity 

For centuries 
We became Ancestors
To the cursed generation 

A generation: 
Societal extremism.
Lost in the tunnel of civilisation.
Channeled by expired education.
Fostered by congregated religiosity.

I will wait by the tree,
Where thousands of ape,
Bow before their master.
Where the blood of dinosaurs,
water the soil.

I will wait at the plains.
Where my ancestors,
Took over from the dinosaurs,
With innate intelligence and hands.

I will see a mirage, 
Of my tradition. 
I will hear,
the voices of my culture,
Only in the mind of a sage.

My names are written 
In Hebrew and Arabic
My tones are spoken in English 
My culture is American 
My shoe is Italian 
The echoes of my time 
Is Swiss 
I bank in England 
The laws of my land is British 
My emotions are in French 
My passions are Jewish 

Who am I? 

A child of the world 
Lost in civilisation 
And misplaced identity 

The lost identity 



Treacherous Lines

Lines are drawn,

Ropes of red fall.

A look in the mirror.

A barrage of hatred.

An ache felt from within.

Pain felt in all places.

Longing for darkness.

But Yin always has a Yang.

So it stops. Now the lines are short.



The pain is deep.



A compromise.

Death to one.

Life to the other.

Till it comes again.

And it starts all over.

Lines will always be drawn,

Ropes of red will always fall.




Hello! My name is Obidi and I’m the founder of @bookclub50. It was an initiative for people to build a personal hard copy library in their houses by participating in meetings and buying books.

We started officially on the 8th of April 2018 with 12 people in attendance; lately we are geared towards SDG4. We are so excited that we’re turning 1 in April!

For our anniversary, we have agreed to visit a rural community and donate a portable shelf of books to selected schools. We have collectively agreed to visit two schools in a rural location. Effective International school is a struggling private school in a rural community in Nassarawa state, the government school in that location is in shambles, nobody attends anymore.

We will be donating a portable library of 100 books to two schools in the selected location. Honestly we do not have anything in our purse to pursue this mission, it’s a passion that should come true and I know it will, by 2023 we hope that a significant number of children would have had a better Orientation and view about a couple of issues that affects the world.

We need you to give out of the little that you have, don’t ever think that your money is too small, with N50 we can buy erasers, pencils and school books for this children.

We hope that you join us as we push this dreams by changing the world our little way.

Kindly donate via this payment page secured by Paystack

You can donate your old books to this movement too, we are visiting two schools, that’s about 200 books! We can’t do this alone, we need your kind support.

Check the poster to see a location nearest to you, call us and we shall come pick it up or call Achem for any location not in the poster.


We know that if you had more, you will do more and I’m so grateful that you are donating the little you have to see that this project work.

The official hashtag is #DonateLibrary.
You can attend the event at the school, informations will reach you consecutively about this.

Have a wonderful day as you help us reduce illiteracy.