Adult has you not; must look here and there; Just for you! You’re not around; Everything must clam up! Until your Rich presence! People, up and about badly need you: Those looking for you In ways unfit ‘re yet to know: If they do they won’t dare to: I’m prepared for your entry: Want to possess you…
“Àdèwalé ọlọ́rẹ Ọkọ Múìbátù Ìwà rẹ wù mí o Káàbọ̀ ṣé dáda lo dé Adéwálé ọlọ́rẹ.” Even, before I came to be: I had known her: Sweet, caring, tender, and winsome to behold! My paternal family knew her through songs! Her song was always sung to me! She never nagged Neither was she ever jealous!…
Turn by turn We dey run. Great idea I have, Give them crumbs, They’ll worship you. Little knowing What you’re giving belongs to all. Militocrazy! Khakistocrazy! Agbadacrazy! Civilianocrazy! Chopintocrazy! All na craze! A no wan craze o? OK! Peopletocracy! Massestocracy! Who is straight? If you no wan craze, Stop the gaze. Free your sense, Stop being…
Photo credit: the Conversation I sit on a park bench alone beneath a drift of leaves;a scuffle of rubbish rushes up with the wind:scraps of red plastic,crumpled paper hats, masks:a smell in the air,singed and bitter. I sit on this park bench,New Year’s Day. And have I sat here forever alone listeningto the cacophony of…
Fast for forty days, Masses fast everyday. Awe ti b’awe nle, Biribiri gan la ngba! We already spent, Without being sent Aeons in fast, Cos we lack. So when you say We must pay, Through fasting, We are smiling. Already we’re hungered Cos we pondered Over nothing to eat, We have no wheat. We are…
I protest convention Refuse to be prisoned By societal ideals Not necessarily ideal! Believing more than Christ At Christmas! Giving to the poor Should be everyday! At turn of new year Turn I a new leaf For few minutes Then resume My old ways Which is always! Society has set date For Christ’s death After Easter…
Photo credit: Psychology Today (A poem against lung cancer) Suffering disappointment? Want an appointment with Eledumare ‘cos you’ll be late! We all know you fought with long thoughts you might not be the winner don’t put your finger! In another cinder ‘cos ’twill linger might end in cancer you’re trying to buffer! When you finish your…
