You’ve taken cane from the blind; You’re now mocking him; Maybe your parents never told you about Iroko and the child who abused it! The grand old tree might not do anything, at least, not for now; You would have forgotten your offence before it strikes! Rich and influential; You make away with our commonwealth;…
Oh! Just can’t help it; Whenever my glasses protest by their frame breaking! Which I normally cause by reading to sleep! Our elders say it’s sleep that makes the child forget self and the barn is then opened for the fox! Frames are so costly here; Not only that; You just can’t wait and get them;…
Here they go So they blow. Blessings upon you And you too. You’re only right After paying tithes. Pay your first fruit From unlimited loot. Daddy GO’s pet A brand new jet. So many churches Members with less riches. Do as I say To make a way For prosperity, Else continuous austerity. If you’re churchless You…
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…
