FRANCIS  OTOLE  is a  fast rising African Poetry  Voice. I call him the Poet of. His verses  raves the mind  and shells  the heart box like Afro-Jazz.And the rhythm is the soft rain sound of  the MBIRAa thumb piano. The burden of truth carried in his poesy  is hefty , bone cracking and heavy to carry in our ever pain scalded souls. The simple -deep lyrics are classical, educative and entertaining . Here verbal dexterity is laced with with human  reason and  the preservative is dramatic humor. OTOLE writes  about life , humanity , spirituality  reverence and confessional poetry. FRANCIS OTOLE  is the Guest Editor  of the BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL June edition.




I kind of wonder
What happens under,
When super powers,
Emptied of their hours.
When rival s/heroes
Grind themselves to zeros.
I kind of wonder
How the rage of anger
That belch the bombs
And swallow in tombs,
How the acclaimed braves
Themselves from death, cannot save.
It’s a feeling fonder
There is a perfect place under.
Above, what they fight themselves over,
Below, it brings together as lovers.
Above, eternal sworn fiends,
Below, lie together as best friends.
I kind of wonder
What would make them under
Not hesitate to drop the bombs
Yet raise no sound in their tombs.
They stand to yell with laud a voice
And lie together without a noise.
If God is human
He did be a woman;
And joyous,
And moving,
And blissful,
And compassionate.
Even in sin
I have seen;
A compassionate mother
Going beyond border,
A passionate lover
Of many flaw covered,
A jealous daughter
Cured her pains with laughter,
A joyous sister
Welcomed her wayward mister.
Train a child on ways to follow,
You won’t dwell a thought in sorrow.
Train well, a girl,
You won’t find yourself in hell.
Train well, a girl child,
For shame you won’t hide.
A well trained daughter
Is a resources of laughter.
In building a society
Free from anxiety,
You need a woman honest,
Dressed in characters,modest.
When building a home foundation,
In need, is a woman of solid education.
A woman of learning
Is a family prized earning.
The greatest weapon of destruction
Is a woman denied instruction.
She moves without direction
And explodes at every correction.
I thought I had plenty,
Now you’re gone, I feel empty.
Living alone with my ego,
The whole room seems to echo.
Expanding our gap once closer,
I realized I’m a big time loser.
The receding drone of your footsteps
Rained on me like hailstones without help.
Now, I got my head; heavy and sinking,
My breath;rancid and stinking.
Lately I have been deeply thinking
Which sunk me in helpless drinking.
 FRANCIS OTOLE is a Nigerian poet, from the middle belt region of Benue state. He is an avid reader and lover of books. Studied; B.ed English from the prestigious Benue state university.He is an educationalist, a researcher, an academician, a philanthropist, a scholar (Chaucerian) and a pro earth; lover of nature and humanity.
A passionate poet with many poems to his credit, with literary contributions, commendations and awards; locally and internationally.A member of the Association of Nigerian Authors( ANA)and many online poetry groups and associations. Has featured in magazine, journals and anthologies; internationally.
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Freedom of Speech Fellow to PEN- Zentrum  Deutschland,Germany. Alumni  of the International Human Rights  Arts Festival in New-York, USA.Literary Arts Activism Diplomatie.  Globaly Certified  Arts Mediums Curator and Influencer. Internationally Published Page and Spoken Word Poet. Writer in Residence.  Arts for Human Rights Catalyst.  Core Team Member of the Bezine Arts and Humanities Project. His illustrious poetry , hybrid writings , political commentary ,short fiction , book reviews  and Arts Features are published in more  than 400 spaces notably the Monk  Arts and Soul in  Magazine  in United Kingdom. Atunis in Belgium. Demer press poetry series in Netherlands. World Poetry Almanac in Mongolia.Poesia journal inSlovenia. Bezine Arts and Humanities Webzine in USA. The Poet a Day in Brooklyn ,USA. Litnet Writers Journal in South Africa. African Crayons in Nigeria. Poetry Bulawayo in Zimbabwe. Pulp-pit USA.the FictionalCafe international Journal , Texas USA. Best New African Poetry series in Zimbabwe, Zimbolicious Poetry Collections in Zimbabwe. Co-edited Street Voices International Publications with Andreas Weiland  in Germany.Co-Edited  Silent Voices Anthology, a Tribute to Chinua Achebe. Co-Edited the Corpses of Unity,solidarity collection to victimized Cameroonians with Nsah Mala.

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