Pankyes Kode, aka PK is a spoken word poet from Kaduna. Born in Jos, Plateau state, you can say he was born in the Rocks and raised by the Crocs.
PK releases his debut single titled “Blue and Red” produced by Surgeon.
Blue and Red is a poem about our differences in religion. Inspired by the sad killings of 12th and 22nd May 2022 in Nigeria as Deborah Samuel (killed by a mob of her Muslim classmates in Sokoto state), and Harira Jubril (killed alongside her four children in Anambra state by suspected IPOB members aka unknown gunmen) were victims of “colour” differences.
Blue and Red is not only about religion, but tribe and race too.
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BLUE AND RED LYRICS If our parents ever knew how our choices in colours would tear us apart They would have taught us about black and white the true colours of our hearts My brother and I came from the same country same city same home Even though our last names were the same we had different mothers My mother was sad cold and profane like the colour Blue His mother was hot angry and rosy like the colour Red As infants we sucked from their breast milk coloured in blue and red I grew up well-nourished in all shades and hues of blue while my brother was well-fed with red As kids we played hide and seek closing our eyes we hid our colour differences seeking to find true happiness which we always found on the playground playing football where the only goal awarded was the number of fun we passed to one another And everyday we would score and keep scoring till our worries went over the bar as our goal kicked Kicked us to our teenage years when our heights became taller and our colours became darker like trees that germinated from the coloured seeds our mothers planted with roots that stemmed from corrupt deeds doing what they wanted our actions bore bitter fruits fruits so bitter like truth And truth is we have become our mother's sons than being our father's children Now we're adults We've put aside all childish ways except playing football Now when we play football we play like professional players playing precise passes past each other till we're out of line Now we throw in attacks to defend our mothers colours Now we play competitively because this match is far from friendly Now we play like the Blues of Chelsea and the Red Devils of Manchester United Now the only goal we have in common was scored by Juan Mata the number Eight that played and scored against blue and red just as the same one matter called Hate played and scored against the number one keeper of our hearts called Love And Love Love is like Water a clean water it is colourless it is pure it is life Love is like a clean water pouring into glass cups the size of our hearts filled with our mother's colours This clean water naturally comes like a spring water falling from a mountain as high as the cloud is to the ground like the Angel Falls of Cainama National Park in Venezuela this water falls from the deepest place this water falls into glass cups the size of our hearts and dispels our mother's colours Until our hearts become clear and transparent like glass only then can we clearly see through how our mothers were only jealous wives each seeking the love of their husband - our father And our father is neither Blue nor Red He is colourless He is pure He is life Like clean water