Photo credit: ABC News O ba f’okun we’ri o! Even if you’re alone; You can’t be lone – ly! Depending on you; ‘n’ what believes you! K’o tun f’osa w’ese! There I feel deserted; but was I alerted? On a lonely island; In a no man’s land! Eni Jesu we lo mo! To pack it inside;…
(For those whose houses were demolished in Abuja, Nigeria!) Come see our beautiful city of Eden: Where everything is just perfect: We get fed spiritually:: We visit the washroom and get bathed spiritually! You must be baptized with riches and means before you’re accepted into the city! If you’re not president or even senator or politicking…
Surreal dawnjoltsfrom restless dreamssnow falls onblackened boughsand vacant playgroundswhere hopes burgeoned beforewe fell asleep toexploding lies frominvading bombsmemories splinterday – night – candlelightwe brace for the menaceof mad men and missileswhen daylight comeswe will collect flowerswalk with our dogshug strangers andstrum chordson the tendrils of springwhere hope flowsin swathes of yellow and blue
Ogun adubi soju re se! Instead of caroling; we should be dirgy-ing; sorrowing regretting! About man’s sorry return to state of nature! Iwo nikan loda pa soja meji! Our world is advanced in art of war and science of conflicts We are in a state of jungle justice! O da pa soja meji We make women…
In the night; We do eat light; but so many never did lunch ever! At dawn, workers, and, even loafers, do get up from cots, leaving wives forlorn! Muraina wakes muezzin, Gebu is a Christian, Owonikoko a traditionalist, Jafojo, a free thinking spirit! All are united, in this business, of making concrete jungle of our cities!…
Seasons, just like barracks are relatively permanent! People only pass through them; Like we say where I come from: A clerk can’t ever outlive the office; No matter how long they live will they be Methuselah? They can’t outlive life! We weren’t aware when we breathed our first; Nor can we be aware when we’ll breathe…
We’re dry Not because We never tried All got lost We worked And prayed They strawed Our miserly pay Harmattan’s here Everywhere’s dry Here and there Nothing to fry So much hope When it rains No more loss It’s payday. @as 011618
