Bayo Akinnola
Biography:
A prolific writer and database administrator.
Bayo Akinnola's Profile
HARMATTAN
Blow, breeze blow
Hay of the field dancing
With the rushing dust
And the running dew
Clog those pathways
Fogs sing
A Carol of December
Blow! Breeze blow
Church bells bellowed in anger
Daring the silent night
The town metamorphosed
Red of the earth
Kissing white of the sky
Travelling birds laughing with spread wings
Picking wild nuts
Spread by cold laughing wind
It's beginning to look like Christmas
So blow
Blow! Breeze blow
Wandered legs peel at the heels
Warming under duvet
Cracked lips
To sing a lullaby
Of the anxious and peeping new year
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OUR BROTHER HAS GONE MAD AGAIN (To those enduring the madness in town)
Left home in a long moon to
wander at night
He hasn't stripped but
Hair, matted with dirt
Legs cracked, black patches
Eyes red as if
been washed in blood
Dragging,
bare foot on the ground with every confused step he took
Mumbling un-voiced words
He didn't look in certain direction
I was still lost in gaze
I couldn't call his name
I couldn't greet him
I couldn't say Wazobia my gee!
The street looking at him saying
His malady has come
To pay him
Another visit again
Proudly escorted by flies as he walked past us
Ran and vanished down the dumpstead
I too, am looking for him
And when our eyes meet again
I shall escort him home
For, he hasn't entered market yet
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DNA TEST (The African way) For Tunde Thomas
Take this child to the roaring river
Where the deities dance and swim
And throw him down its belly!
If he's our son,
The Mermaids will make him afloat
Pour him some fermented _Kain-kain_
A mouthful of our Ancestors' drink
Hold him by his tiny waist
Throw him to the sky
If he licks and giggles
He's our son!
Take him in
Dip him in sweet smelling talcum
And paint his neck
In the camwood colour!
Pour some water on the corrugated roof
Hold him by the loin,
Raise him to the gods
And let the crystal rays kiss his forehead
Place him under its rusty feet
If the water makes him cry
He's not our son
Cast him!
Cast the mother out into the cold night!
Let them dance with the nocturnal beasts
If they could tear them to shreds
Let it be
Let the rain fall
On the cocoyam leaves
Let the sun come out dancing
And swallow the morning dews.
(C) Bayo Akinnola
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Kankara
The town blushed inside haze of the dusty harmattan
Nature kept smiling at me
Rolling down the glass
To smell the aroma
Of a little Kankara
The skyline met with the unending Savanah
Transversing cars sang them some romantic horns
Breaking through the silent hays
Hays that danced in the air
And the town blushed again
This time, shyly.
I fell in love
With the rhythmic K in Kankara!
Like the sound of a succulent Kolanut
Cut into two equal parts
The peace, the ambience
Again, I fell in love
With a nodal town
On my sojourn to Zaria,
What a day of yore
Day when peace perched on the Arewa tree.
'Mai Abokis' dropped their Pens
Pick Kalashnikovs and left for the bush of Sambisa
No more sitting with the Kalam
The 'Boko' is 'Haram'
Boys whisked, hundred folds
And the once sweet songs of Kankara
Turned stale
Drumming, chanting in unending cacophony;
Bring back our boys!
We've a man on the Rock of Aso
Whom his dirge we once sang
And he danced with us
At the chant of Sai baba
Please dance with us too
This time, in this dammed song
Don't leave us in the cold
Till the sun rise tomorrow
Dance with us
I say, dance with us!
Let your feet tap the sands of Kankara
Let gunpowder mix with the dust
Let them form a shade, bleak colour of war
Let the putrid smells drive the hays back to the air
Let them cry in the frenzy of war
Till Kankara boys are back home!
Written by: Akinbamido Yemi
Edited by: Akinnola Bayo
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The world has gone to war
The world has gone to war;
And no single bullet was shot on battlefields,
Casualties lying on hospital beds,
As we sit at home waiting-
The victory.
The world has gone to war,
And we don't know when he would be back,
No cinema for me and my lover,
No jazz in the blue-lighted hall,
No Karaoke in my noisy neighbourhood.
The world has gone to war;
And it is all man for himself,
The chicken came home to roost
No one could be flown abroad
We either live or die here together.
The world has gone to war,
No halleluyah on Sabbath in St. Peters.
Minaret silent on the day of Jumaat.
When I shake hand with my brother
I've got to rush home and wash my hand.
The world has gone to war,
Needles between doctors' fingers,
War neither with nuclear nor kalashnikov.
We chase not terrorists or invaders,
It is a war with a tiny virus.
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The Road
The road I've travelled isn't all that smooth and straight
There are times I stepped on torns, twigs and bumps
There are season of slippery terrains
There are times the sojourn was adorned with beautiful countryside scenes.
The road I've trekked,
Is laced with pitch dark and rays of lights
There are times I met some strangers on the way;
We extend brotherly hands;
We hugged, we smile, we jolly
And moved on our various destinations;
The road I've travelled;
Is a story in a book
Each page with its narration
Each chapter full of wits and intrigues
It's an act on a stage;With protagonists on one side
And antagonists on the other
All playing their roles with zeal.
So i say;
Send my love to them,
Those I met on the roads I've travelled
And whose company has formed me a beautiful memory,
Paths have crossed;
We became co-travellers.
Send my love to the road itself
Whose terrain isn't smooth and straight
To gravels and pebbles on my way.
Send it to rain that drenched,
Wind that blew
Moon for light and starlight at night
Send it to strength and percevarance.
Send my love to:
The crickets of the roadside bush
To ants and bees that sting,
To my beautiful scars of old wounds.
Send my love to victory.
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Roses in a Vase
Just like roses in a vase,
A lilly planted on a valley,
Just like sunshine upon the countryside,
And the beautiful Tulip flower on a vast plain,
Just like song newly composed,
Pretty birds in colourful feathers,
Like honey in a precious jar,
Like sweet smelling fragrance,
Like butterfly in a vineyard
Just like blue sky with diamond star,
A fluorescent moon at night,
An Angel in a dream
And a co-traveller on a long journey,
Just like a friend made in heaven
A companion of forever.
Just like yesterday you came
And put smiles on our faces,
A pearl that is rare,
A gem I cherish
A bouquet of flower.
....Happy birthday my Wura.
A lilly planted on a valley,
Just like sunshine upon the countryside,
And the beautiful Tulip flower on a vast plain,
Just like song newly composed,
Pretty birds in colourful feathers,
Like honey in a precious jar,
Like sweet smelling fragrance,
Like butterfly in a vineyard
Just like blue sky with diamond star,
A fluorescent moon at night,
An Angel in a dream
And a co-traveller on a long journey,
Just like a friend made in heaven
A companion of forever.
Just like yesterday you came
And put smiles on our faces,
A pearl that is rare,
A gem I cherish
A bouquet of flower.
....Happy birthday my Wura.
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The Girl I'll Marry
I'm going to get married in the spring,
When sun and rain are mild,
And birds fly around in varying colours,
When countrysides smell of blossomed shrubs
And the sky is clement enough-
To talk about love.
Momma, I promise my bride will come soon,
I've found a girl down, down the town,
Out of whom I'll pick a wife,
She was made out of me:
Formed out of my nine ribs
While I was far asleep; dreaming.
Before the next yam festival,
I'll be here with her, sitting next to the tripod stand,
Fanning the embers to fire,
Washing the old mortar and pestle.
My eyes looking at her eyes
As we pass the morsels inside the buccal cavities.
Tomorrow I'll bring my flower,
Scents like petal from paradise
Seeing her glowing under the luscious village night.
She will have some 'laali' on her wrists,
Her legs delicately tapping the ground-
Like an egret on the rope.
She'll have all that African girls have:
Dark like an 'Ishin' seed,
Or fair like newly cooked moin-moin in the leaves.
Her voice like smooth song,
Her hair long and weaved
And her curves like that of an old Bentley.
When sun and rain are mild,
And birds fly around in varying colours,
When countrysides smell of blossomed shrubs
And the sky is clement enough-
To talk about love.
Momma, I promise my bride will come soon,
I've found a girl down, down the town,
Out of whom I'll pick a wife,
She was made out of me:
Formed out of my nine ribs
While I was far asleep; dreaming.
Before the next yam festival,
I'll be here with her, sitting next to the tripod stand,
Fanning the embers to fire,
Washing the old mortar and pestle.
My eyes looking at her eyes
As we pass the morsels inside the buccal cavities.
Tomorrow I'll bring my flower,
Scents like petal from paradise
Seeing her glowing under the luscious village night.
She will have some 'laali' on her wrists,
Her legs delicately tapping the ground-
Like an egret on the rope.
She'll have all that African girls have:
Dark like an 'Ishin' seed,
Or fair like newly cooked moin-moin in the leaves.
Her voice like smooth song,
Her hair long and weaved
And her curves like that of an old Bentley.
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Lists of littlest things
Gold and other pearls,
Diamond and edifice in the porch,
Estates and sleek cars
Just like flowers cut at sunrise
Withered at sunset.
The beauty upon brows
And shoulders high of feats
They're the meandering roads,
Torns and pebbles
All adorning the surfaces.
Titles or accolades,
Fames and praises,
Those things for which we go to war
Knowledge and wisdom,
Space and vacuum.
The last time I went to the grave,
So were all buried-under the crimson earth,
And an epitaph reads:
The littlest things are what we die for....
Diamond and edifice in the porch,
Estates and sleek cars
Just like flowers cut at sunrise
Withered at sunset.
The beauty upon brows
And shoulders high of feats
They're the meandering roads,
Torns and pebbles
All adorning the surfaces.
Titles or accolades,
Fames and praises,
Those things for which we go to war
Knowledge and wisdom,
Space and vacuum.
The last time I went to the grave,
So were all buried-under the crimson earth,
And an epitaph reads:
The littlest things are what we die for....
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The Sound of Alert
No cymbal or drum
No percussion of any means
No fingers on the chord of a guitar
No piano in the background Silence fills everywhere
No single clapping of hand.
Music mixed in the bank,
Wired through the account number
Sent to the mobiles on palms
Anxious minds waiting anxiously
And when it comes;
It lands with sweet melody.
Civil servants counting the calender
How the day has been so slow,
Company owners' temper rising
How time flies so fast,'
Corper' waiting for 'allowee'
Like an hungry dog at the slab of an 'Alapata'.
'Alakowe's pocket has long gone dried;
'Guguru-perere, epa-perere'
But at the arrival of the almighty alert;
Pizzas and suya in trouble,
'I don get alert godwin'
The only song that opens the teeth of a wicked man,
The ultimate mood changer
A magical melody:
Poor man sees you and his ego rises,
Girlfriend sees you and calls me honey,
The sound of alert, oh what a sweet song-
No drumming,
No clapping,
Never played on a radio but it tops chart,
Play it a thousand times you'll never be bored,
A melody to the souls of campus students,
What a vibe to the souls of mankind.
No percussion of any means
No fingers on the chord of a guitar
No piano in the background Silence fills everywhere
No single clapping of hand.
Music mixed in the bank,
Wired through the account number
Sent to the mobiles on palms
Anxious minds waiting anxiously
And when it comes;
It lands with sweet melody.
Civil servants counting the calender
How the day has been so slow,
Company owners' temper rising
How time flies so fast,'
Corper' waiting for 'allowee'
Like an hungry dog at the slab of an 'Alapata'.
'Alakowe's pocket has long gone dried;
'Guguru-perere, epa-perere'
But at the arrival of the almighty alert;
Pizzas and suya in trouble,
'I don get alert godwin'
The only song that opens the teeth of a wicked man,
The ultimate mood changer
A magical melody:
Poor man sees you and his ego rises,
Girlfriend sees you and calls me honey,
The sound of alert, oh what a sweet song-
No drumming,
No clapping,
Never played on a radio but it tops chart,
Play it a thousand times you'll never be bored,
A melody to the souls of campus students,
What a vibe to the souls of mankind.
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Things that I miss (Poem in four parts)
I miss the blossomed tulip flower of countryside,
And the meadows of the vast green plains.
Watching morning turns to noon
And noon turns to night
Season upon season changing baton-
Summer comes in January and
The rain starts in April till late September,
By October we start smelling the harmmatan
Putting fire to the bush, watching with excitement
As the rodents scampered for dear lives.
Oh! How i miss the songs at Christmas,
And the tales of white bearded man from Rome,
Sitting on the front pew
Those hymns coming from St. John's (the only church in our little village) in the evening
And that of neighbouring town
Bellowing through the hallowed mountains.
I miss friends whom we climb the guava trees together,
I miss Jack
I miss Jill
I miss other folks we grew and dreamt,
Some I loss because they went to the city,
Some lost me because I too went away
fate separates us; as we went our different ways
Fending for ourselves.
I miss the smoke coming from the firewood
The aroma coming from momma 's soup.
Watching next door neighbour grinding pepper on the stone
Hands coming and going
Her back swaying to and fro
Like the pendulum of an old clock,
Ho! How I miss when I was a boy.
And the meadows of the vast green plains.
Watching morning turns to noon
And noon turns to night
Season upon season changing baton-
Summer comes in January and
The rain starts in April till late September,
By October we start smelling the harmmatan
Putting fire to the bush, watching with excitement
As the rodents scampered for dear lives.
Oh! How i miss the songs at Christmas,
And the tales of white bearded man from Rome,
Sitting on the front pew
Those hymns coming from St. John's (the only church in our little village) in the evening
And that of neighbouring town
Bellowing through the hallowed mountains.
I miss friends whom we climb the guava trees together,
I miss Jack
I miss Jill
I miss other folks we grew and dreamt,
Some I loss because they went to the city,
Some lost me because I too went away
fate separates us; as we went our different ways
Fending for ourselves.
I miss the smoke coming from the firewood
The aroma coming from momma 's soup.
Watching next door neighbour grinding pepper on the stone
Hands coming and going
Her back swaying to and fro
Like the pendulum of an old clock,
Ho! How I miss when I was a boy.
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Ibara in the sun
The thin lines of blushes around her velvety face makes a goddess out of her,
Layers upon layers of brown corrugsted roof
Just like head gears to an Owanbe party
Bridge at the junction looking down Omida
Like pancakes in a hot oven
Hawkers in various ware, walking down the street.
The rain of her beauty drenched my shadow;
Stars and galaxies came down on the little town
Mood melt, and the day became slippery
And I fell in love.
I fell in love with the cacophonous market,
Scent of green leaves mixed with red chillies,
And some fish in the tray- dancing.
I said to the passing bird;
Come! Come perch on my sleek shoulder
Take this letter to my sweetheart,
Tell her I've fell in love with a nodal town
Sing her blues, some purple rain,
And some balads in metaphor.
A damsel in the fluorescent sun
Her flower blossomed by the warmness of the heated air,
And she danced to the sounds of the striped green taxis going to and fro
Some toward Lafenwa,
Some to a sea of heads at Sapon
And some toward a destination where Lisabi kisses the ground..
Layers upon layers of brown corrugsted roof
Just like head gears to an Owanbe party
Bridge at the junction looking down Omida
Like pancakes in a hot oven
Hawkers in various ware, walking down the street.
The rain of her beauty drenched my shadow;
Stars and galaxies came down on the little town
Mood melt, and the day became slippery
And I fell in love.
I fell in love with the cacophonous market,
Scent of green leaves mixed with red chillies,
And some fish in the tray- dancing.
I said to the passing bird;
Come! Come perch on my sleek shoulder
Take this letter to my sweetheart,
Tell her I've fell in love with a nodal town
Sing her blues, some purple rain,
And some balads in metaphor.
A damsel in the fluorescent sun
Her flower blossomed by the warmness of the heated air,
And she danced to the sounds of the striped green taxis going to and fro
Some toward Lafenwa,
Some to a sea of heads at Sapon
And some toward a destination where Lisabi kisses the ground..
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Letter To My Son
Tomorrow when you see me no more
And you’re left to man your world alone,
When pecks and hugs and all the warmth of my skin
Had grown wings;
Don’t fret my son,
That’s how it should be.
And peradventure
During the course of your sojourning,
You found love,
Choose carefully,
For all bright and beautiful ain’t exact way they look
Our world is a mirage.
Smile my boy!
So you’ll live long
Wave and greet the man that crosses your path,
For whom you met on your way up,
May hold the ladder for you to descend,
That’s how it should be.
You’ll meet wolves, in sheep skin,
Human of varying shapes,
Wonder, ponder and beat your emotion tenderly
For that’s just the way we are,
That’s the cruel world we live.
See son, don’t be wary during adversities,
For the earth is a pendulum,
To and fro it goes,
It waddles and toddles.
All you’ve got is believe in yourself
That’s how it should be.
I’m leaving you some gift to give to your own son,
Just like my father sent me to you,
I’m giving you some books,
Read and pass on to your generation.
Go! Be an eagle
Go! Be a man!
For that’s just how it should be.
And you’re left to man your world alone,
When pecks and hugs and all the warmth of my skin
Had grown wings;
Don’t fret my son,
That’s how it should be.
And peradventure
During the course of your sojourning,
You found love,
Choose carefully,
For all bright and beautiful ain’t exact way they look
Our world is a mirage.
Smile my boy!
So you’ll live long
Wave and greet the man that crosses your path,
For whom you met on your way up,
May hold the ladder for you to descend,
That’s how it should be.
You’ll meet wolves, in sheep skin,
Human of varying shapes,
Wonder, ponder and beat your emotion tenderly
For that’s just the way we are,
That’s the cruel world we live.
See son, don’t be wary during adversities,
For the earth is a pendulum,
To and fro it goes,
It waddles and toddles.
All you’ve got is believe in yourself
That’s how it should be.
I’m leaving you some gift to give to your own son,
Just like my father sent me to you,
I’m giving you some books,
Read and pass on to your generation.
Go! Be an eagle
Go! Be a man!
For that’s just how it should be.
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Eve of my daughter's wedding
Tomorrow you'll drop my name
And bear that of your husband's lineage.
When you become a wife,
Just like I did your mother
Once upon a long time.
I'll tell tears to wait,
Wait till i get home to miss your absence,
I'll be a man; as I wave you bye
Place you on your man's hand
Watching him giggling and chuckling
A happy hunter with a sumptuous game on his lap.
But before that tomorrow comes
Before this sun goes to the west to rest;
Awero be my girl;
Let me peck you for the last time,
Let my shaky palms caress your face,
Down to your shoulder where I rest my arm.
My daughter;
Where you're going is not a world of your raised and nurtured,
So let me take you round the haven of our modest home
For tomorrow you'll ceased being a seed in the nursery;
Cultures will meet, clash on the labyrinth of life.
Go not with just the beauty upon your brows,
Go with virtues your mother and I place on you.
Go! My lingering fragrance that won't disperse,
Go! My recurrent decimal that won't round off,
Go! Bear fruits;
Just like a tree rooted by the river side.
Be green and full of life,
Just like the lily of the valley.
The road is going to be crooked my love
So, don't fret; when you meet some pebbles and stumbles,
Some curves and corners,
This thing we call marriage,
Is a journey not in a vertical line.
And bear that of your husband's lineage.
When you become a wife,
Just like I did your mother
Once upon a long time.
I'll tell tears to wait,
Wait till i get home to miss your absence,
I'll be a man; as I wave you bye
Place you on your man's hand
Watching him giggling and chuckling
A happy hunter with a sumptuous game on his lap.
But before that tomorrow comes
Before this sun goes to the west to rest;
Awero be my girl;
Let me peck you for the last time,
Let my shaky palms caress your face,
Down to your shoulder where I rest my arm.
My daughter;
Where you're going is not a world of your raised and nurtured,
So let me take you round the haven of our modest home
For tomorrow you'll ceased being a seed in the nursery;
Cultures will meet, clash on the labyrinth of life.
Go not with just the beauty upon your brows,
Go with virtues your mother and I place on you.
Go! My lingering fragrance that won't disperse,
Go! My recurrent decimal that won't round off,
Go! Bear fruits;
Just like a tree rooted by the river side.
Be green and full of life,
Just like the lily of the valley.
The road is going to be crooked my love
So, don't fret; when you meet some pebbles and stumbles,
Some curves and corners,
This thing we call marriage,
Is a journey not in a vertical line.
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Rainbow: An African Girl
How much is your price
More than rubies or silver
Or the sand of the long long seashore?
Tell it to the trees to tell the the hills
Tell it to the translucent waters of the warm springs
Tell the birds of the blue sky to add to their annual songs;
How much can you worth
Oh you daughter of eve
More than the gold under the earth crust
Or diamonds in the belly of the vast ocean,
How much can a son of man pay
To have your sun rises and sets on his arm,
To have your loins hung on the roomlet's wall.
Tell me your bride price,
And see me work to season's ends,
Tell me in gems and jewellery and see me
Break the rocks with the palm of my hand;
Pluck the stars and give to the moon for dinner,
Bake you bread with the fire from my mouth.
Your lips are beautiful flower,
Your eyes nothing can compare,
Your skin, like the peels of wild banana fruit,
Your hair, like the seed of newly blossomed Ishin tree.
And when you walk; your back swings like a Jakaranda tree in the wind.
You're a tree with leaves green
Ready to bear fruits by the next rain,
You're a song I've been learning to sing,
You're a rainbow with seven colours.
Tell me your bride priceIs it more than thirty one cows
Or how many goats shall I bring?
Name me your price in paper
And I'll pay in thousand Pounds.
More than rubies or silver
Or the sand of the long long seashore?
Tell it to the trees to tell the the hills
Tell it to the translucent waters of the warm springs
Tell the birds of the blue sky to add to their annual songs;
How much can you worth
Oh you daughter of eve
More than the gold under the earth crust
Or diamonds in the belly of the vast ocean,
How much can a son of man pay
To have your sun rises and sets on his arm,
To have your loins hung on the roomlet's wall.
Tell me your bride price,
And see me work to season's ends,
Tell me in gems and jewellery and see me
Break the rocks with the palm of my hand;
Pluck the stars and give to the moon for dinner,
Bake you bread with the fire from my mouth.
Your lips are beautiful flower,
Your eyes nothing can compare,
Your skin, like the peels of wild banana fruit,
Your hair, like the seed of newly blossomed Ishin tree.
And when you walk; your back swings like a Jakaranda tree in the wind.
You're a tree with leaves green
Ready to bear fruits by the next rain,
You're a song I've been learning to sing,
You're a rainbow with seven colours.
Tell me your bride priceIs it more than thirty one cows
Or how many goats shall I bring?
Name me your price in paper
And I'll pay in thousand Pounds.
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Nostalgia
It rained yesterday,
My shadow drenched,
Stars blurred
Galaxies went shy
My mood cold, the night became slippery
And I fell in love.
I said to the passing birds;
Come perch on this melting heart of mine
Take this letter to my lover,
Sing her blues
From the rising of the sun.
It rained yesterday
on my way to the field
To see some blossomed flowers
To perceived the scents of the fields
And bring some memory home
Of those days of yore.
What song would a poet sing
For love and the cold rain?
And I said to my emotion:
give me sunshine, give me some warmth
Give me direction around the slippery terrain.
My shadow drenched,
Stars blurred
Galaxies went shy
My mood cold, the night became slippery
And I fell in love.
I said to the passing birds;
Come perch on this melting heart of mine
Take this letter to my lover,
Sing her blues
From the rising of the sun.
It rained yesterday
on my way to the field
To see some blossomed flowers
To perceived the scents of the fields
And bring some memory home
Of those days of yore.
What song would a poet sing
For love and the cold rain?
And I said to my emotion:
give me sunshine, give me some warmth
Give me direction around the slippery terrain.
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Silence
Whilst feeling blue and under the weather,
You're the loudest ruthless noise.
In the time of overwhelming emotions.
You're the mbience and tranquillity.
Wet my grass and make it greener,
Shines my shoes and keep me walking
Gold within my reach and some diamond under my sole.
When my mouth is eager to speak.
Rope over my buccal cord
Speaks only to myself
Only to my inner-self
In time of emotional outburst.
A soldier,
Fighting in the time of battle,
Hands over my shoulder
Saying: son let's go home
For we've won the war
The coast is clear and the voyage can be made.
Speaking in the time of anger
And when anxiety took the best of me
Thanks a lot; silence
The best of all answers.
You're the loudest ruthless noise.
In the time of overwhelming emotions.
You're the mbience and tranquillity.
Wet my grass and make it greener,
Shines my shoes and keep me walking
Gold within my reach and some diamond under my sole.
When my mouth is eager to speak.
Rope over my buccal cord
Speaks only to myself
Only to my inner-self
In time of emotional outburst.
A soldier,
Fighting in the time of battle,
Hands over my shoulder
Saying: son let's go home
For we've won the war
The coast is clear and the voyage can be made.
Speaking in the time of anger
And when anxiety took the best of me
Thanks a lot; silence
The best of all answers.
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I, Too
I, too want to travel out
Sitting under the chandeliers
And taking saultry pictures
In front of the fountain.
Updating my social media wall
With pictures of me and the whites
Sitting side by side in a pub.
Or standing atop the snows
With jackets from Saint Michaels
And shirt from downtown stores
My hands in the pockets
In a gesture of a fulfilled man.
Of a free bird from his cage.
I, too want to travel out,
Calling home on a foreign lines
With accent just borrowed
Trying to impress my folks
With strange and flowery words.
With tales of my beautiful world;
Of Winter, Autumn, Fall and Summer.
Sending goodies home
Those I pick from the paved streets
Maybe someone will see my pictures
And tell them in the village I'm now a hero
And my ex-girlfriend sharing the gossip with her mates
On their way to the market.
I want my name on the lips of neighbours,
That the son of an ordinary carpenter
Has jetted far away out
To a land not across the bridge
Or a city behind the long hills
But a land where one has to fly in the sky
And descend like migrating birds.
I want to travel out,
Don't mind whose ox is gored;
Father's bike in a bargain
Mother's garments raise at a bazaar
To fund my voyage to a dreamland
Even those plots that belong to my ancestors-
Will go for all I care.
I too want too travel out,
To a land where grass is green and lush,
America won't be bad,
Australia on my mind,
Canada and England are my dream
Of endless list of lush paved garden.
Sitting under the chandeliers
And taking saultry pictures
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Updating my social media wall
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Or standing atop the snows
With jackets from Saint Michaels
And shirt from downtown stores
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In a gesture of a fulfilled man.
Of a free bird from his cage.
I, too want to travel out,
Calling home on a foreign lines
With accent just borrowed
Trying to impress my folks
With strange and flowery words.
With tales of my beautiful world;
Of Winter, Autumn, Fall and Summer.
Sending goodies home
Those I pick from the paved streets
Maybe someone will see my pictures
And tell them in the village I'm now a hero
And my ex-girlfriend sharing the gossip with her mates
On their way to the market.
I want my name on the lips of neighbours,
That the son of an ordinary carpenter
Has jetted far away out
To a land not across the bridge
Or a city behind the long hills
But a land where one has to fly in the sky
And descend like migrating birds.
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Don't mind whose ox is gored;
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Even those plots that belong to my ancestors-
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Of endless list of lush paved garden.
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Butterfly
What song can a butterfly sing for us again?
We've heard songs of birds,
The croaks of crickets,
We've listened to the unuendoes of the passing breeze,
We've heard rumbles wake us up in the morn'
Sounds of trumpet along the route of our intestines
Hunger of last night and the blinking of the iris
So; what song has ears not heard?
Which happenstance have we not court?
We've seen jubilee and mourning;
In the four corners
Sometimes they form a triangle
With us entangled within their lilac lines
We've witnessed our world intertwined,
Just like climbers on a twig-tree.
We've dreamt and hope
We've read from the pages of life, paint pictures of the comings:
Rain, sunlight, winds and humidity
And the accessories we crave for;
On this side of the planet earth.
Tell me what have we not lost?
Gems; rubbies; name it
And all those mix of circumstances
So; may we ask for your permission
To wake us up
When dreams come true?
What prayer haven't we offered?
We've placed libation on the labyrinth;
We've prayed for meat on the table,
With cups full of rum and soda
Looking through the window
Seeing Naija sun rising;
Again,
And we sing to the butterfly in our tummies.
We've heard songs of birds,
The croaks of crickets,
We've listened to the unuendoes of the passing breeze,
We've heard rumbles wake us up in the morn'
Sounds of trumpet along the route of our intestines
Hunger of last night and the blinking of the iris
So; what song has ears not heard?
Which happenstance have we not court?
We've seen jubilee and mourning;
In the four corners
Sometimes they form a triangle
With us entangled within their lilac lines
We've witnessed our world intertwined,
Just like climbers on a twig-tree.
We've dreamt and hope
We've read from the pages of life, paint pictures of the comings:
Rain, sunlight, winds and humidity
And the accessories we crave for;
On this side of the planet earth.
Tell me what have we not lost?
Gems; rubbies; name it
And all those mix of circumstances
So; may we ask for your permission
To wake us up
When dreams come true?
What prayer haven't we offered?
We've placed libation on the labyrinth;
We've prayed for meat on the table,
With cups full of rum and soda
Looking through the window
Seeing Naija sun rising;
Again,
And we sing to the butterfly in our tummies.
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Ire
If you're coming home tonight
Come along with that lamp,
The one that has a rusty metal around its wick
For our ways are crooked,
dark and full of dragging thorns.
Don't let the mimicking of the nocturnal birds deter you,
Grab your light with poise and gait
That lamp; the one its oil don't go quick,
Come with matches, a dry stick
Inside the jute bag on the room's wall.
If you're not coming today,
Then remember us in your prayer;
That the greed of man should not kill the land
That the pendulum swinging to and fro
Should not land with big bang
And the fowls and goats bring more yields.
And if it's tomorrow you'll come,
Please start your journey now,
Please bring good tidings;
Like roses on the bloom,
Like fruits and looms in the basket
Seeing pink feathered birds accompanying the sweet smell
Of bountiful harvest home.
If it's going to be a decade tell us,
But set out early enough,
The suckling babies will wean
You'll have them singing their lullabies
Our little girls 'll ripe and turn mothers;
You'll have the sounds of their mortals and pestles calling you for dinner.
The weeds of the pathways 'll turn to trees
The skins of the olds 'll turn maroon they'll metamorphose and go to meet our ancestors
If your arrival will tarry; start now;
Walk if you can't run;
Crawl if you can't walk,
Just move, don't keep us waiting.
Come along with that lamp,
The one that has a rusty metal around its wick
For our ways are crooked,
dark and full of dragging thorns.
Don't let the mimicking of the nocturnal birds deter you,
Grab your light with poise and gait
That lamp; the one its oil don't go quick,
Come with matches, a dry stick
Inside the jute bag on the room's wall.
If you're not coming today,
Then remember us in your prayer;
That the greed of man should not kill the land
That the pendulum swinging to and fro
Should not land with big bang
And the fowls and goats bring more yields.
And if it's tomorrow you'll come,
Please start your journey now,
Please bring good tidings;
Like roses on the bloom,
Like fruits and looms in the basket
Seeing pink feathered birds accompanying the sweet smell
Of bountiful harvest home.
If it's going to be a decade tell us,
But set out early enough,
The suckling babies will wean
You'll have them singing their lullabies
Our little girls 'll ripe and turn mothers;
You'll have the sounds of their mortals and pestles calling you for dinner.
The weeds of the pathways 'll turn to trees
The skins of the olds 'll turn maroon they'll metamorphose and go to meet our ancestors
If your arrival will tarry; start now;
Walk if you can't run;
Crawl if you can't walk,
Just move, don't keep us waiting.
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My Scars
Insignia upon the layers of my skin.
Come brother; let me show you:
Memories of my past
Stings endured, bites, fangs and tan from the other side of a yellow sun.
So, when you see me again crossing your path.
See a man who had been through the fire,
A constant traveller.
Come dear let's discuss
About the pigments on my body
A mirror I see on my days:
Time; to breathe, to think, to joy
And to love
A succour; a friend; a secret and
Reminder of hopes and dreams.
Who told you man hasn't cried
Have you been to the moon and back
only to go and pick some specks on the eyes of the milky ways?
Have you ever died, so you can live?
Have you ever llived; so you can die again?
Come peep my scars and find the meaning of tears.
These scars are mine,
They belong to the past I had lived,
The torment I had left
With some hope of better days ahead:
Tides on the ocean of life
And some fishes in my net.
Where my scars came?
Maybe from the falling glass on my skin
Maybe from every road I might have taken
Maybe from the moon
Or the rising of the sun
But all I know is my scars are mine forever.
Come brother; let me show you:
Memories of my past
Stings endured, bites, fangs and tan from the other side of a yellow sun.
So, when you see me again crossing your path.
See a man who had been through the fire,
A constant traveller.
Come dear let's discuss
About the pigments on my body
A mirror I see on my days:
Time; to breathe, to think, to joy
And to love
A succour; a friend; a secret and
Reminder of hopes and dreams.
Who told you man hasn't cried
Have you been to the moon and back
only to go and pick some specks on the eyes of the milky ways?
Have you ever died, so you can live?
Have you ever llived; so you can die again?
Come peep my scars and find the meaning of tears.
These scars are mine,
They belong to the past I had lived,
The torment I had left
With some hope of better days ahead:
Tides on the ocean of life
And some fishes in my net.
Where my scars came?
Maybe from the falling glass on my skin
Maybe from every road I might have taken
Maybe from the moon
Or the rising of the sun
But all I know is my scars are mine forever.
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Song for things
Beneath these heels you see;
the fine shoes upon my feet
And sweet fragrance of my talcum
Are pains and tears of my daily hustle
Hoping from Marwa to okada to bake my daily bread.
Beneath this glowing skin are wrinkled fleshs
like the back of an old distant tree
I'm a Nigerian youth with sweats amidst my blood
With tears under my smiles
With obligations to make before the sun retires to the west;
Streetwise and always at alert.
Don't mind my laughter, I too cry sometimes,
Just that the tears upon my cheeks
Have been overshadowed by the hope unending.
Don't let my suits and ties deceive you;
They are just my instruments of daily hustle.
I'm a youth,
And not too young to rule
I mean rule my world with the simplest things of life;
Show me who doesn't like good things
Forget about the big things for now
Let's talk about the small things
I want linen to cover my skin
Fish praying on the heap of rice upon my plate
And a roof just to cover my heads.
Me walking on four legs,
Stretched limo aside, a phantom or Rolls
Just a bit of comfort for a living thing like me.
I've got no connection to wire my life with those at the top
So enough of this poem
I need to hop and hustle more
Lest I'm tagged a criminal.
The price I've got to pay in a country
Where Moons and Stars are between dreams.
the fine shoes upon my feet
And sweet fragrance of my talcum
Are pains and tears of my daily hustle
Hoping from Marwa to okada to bake my daily bread.
Beneath this glowing skin are wrinkled fleshs
like the back of an old distant tree
I'm a Nigerian youth with sweats amidst my blood
With tears under my smiles
With obligations to make before the sun retires to the west;
Streetwise and always at alert.
Don't mind my laughter, I too cry sometimes,
Just that the tears upon my cheeks
Have been overshadowed by the hope unending.
Don't let my suits and ties deceive you;
They are just my instruments of daily hustle.
I'm a youth,
And not too young to rule
I mean rule my world with the simplest things of life;
Show me who doesn't like good things
Forget about the big things for now
Let's talk about the small things
I want linen to cover my skin
Fish praying on the heap of rice upon my plate
And a roof just to cover my heads.
Me walking on four legs,
Stretched limo aside, a phantom or Rolls
Just a bit of comfort for a living thing like me.
I've got no connection to wire my life with those at the top
So enough of this poem
I need to hop and hustle more
Lest I'm tagged a criminal.
The price I've got to pay in a country
Where Moons and Stars are between dreams.
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- OJÚLÓPÉSÍ
- WHEN THE SHADOWS STARE
- FRUITS IN THE VOID
- MOTH
- MIRROR (A CONVERSATION BETWEEN ADEDOYIN AND OMOLARA
- THOUGHT PROCESS
- MAYBE I’M IMAGINING THINGS
- UNTITLED
- CREATURE
- 7:30 AM
- STAINED
- CONFLICTED SOUL
- September 9th
- MOTIVE
- BLAME
- PEBBLE
- BLAME
- BURNING
- SILENCE
- DEATH LURKS
- Umasonim ~ Followed by Goodness.
- The Extraordinary of the ordinary
- THERE WAS A COUNTRY
- CHANCE
- The Nigerian Politician
- Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep...To Làbàkè
- Give us this day our daily garri
- Political Promises(Believe)
- Differences
- The Lion Heart.
- The history of us
- Dying will to wield a change
- THE WISDOM YOU NEED
- Kpangeyi
- My Love
- MASSACRE INSIDE THE SANCTUARY
- NURSE
- Battle with impurity
- Waist Bead Lover
- Stranger-democracy
- A LOT IN MY TIME
- LET US SAVE NIGERIA
- MY GRAND FATHER
- IMAGINE THAT
- THE SONG OF LONELINESS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
- YOUR HUSBANDS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- THE FUTURE UNKNOWN
- OUR KING'S DAUGHTER
- WHEN YOU SEE OLUCHI
- COULD YOU BELIEVE?
- IT IS TIME
- BOREDOM
- THE TALE OF YARI AND THE SPIRITS (I)
- MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL (To Owo victims)
- OUR WORLD, OUR PAIN, OUR REMEDY
- Your vote counts
- FUNNY THING ABOUT LIFE
- The trials of jethro
- TOMORROW CAN ONLY WISH US WELL
- GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
- Opportunity
- I wish
- MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD
- Wole Soyinka
- My society
- Silence Becomes Violence
- THE CORE OF CORRUPTION _ Richie Kharis
- A Letter to my crush
- Leah Sharibu the unsung heroine
- Akunna the Osu goddess
- The Cry of a wounded Nigerian
- Weep not Nigeria
- Nigeria the sleeping giant
- Nigeria My Motherland
- Nigeria
- A GOOD LEADER
- CONSCIENCE_Richie Kharis
- THE PAST
- Làbáké
- It's over mate
- Friends
- UNTITLED.
- THE ART OF LIFE
- My Roof, My Rules
- Mirror mirror [lll]
- Mirror mirror [ll]
- WARS OF TOMORROW
- MIRROR MIRROR
- Education
- The Girl I Called My Boo
- Ephobia
- Prisoner of Depression.
- The pain of the world
- Broken reality
- Silence
- If silence could speak
- Silence
- Sunset at predawn
- Marriage drama and its many genres - a duet
- Fpg contest
- One Loop
- Agape Love
- LIKE PETROL, UNLIKE PETROL
- Our old men
- Lullaby to Princess
- Collaborate to Succeed
- Electioneering
- I can't
- BOY SCOUTS
- Sweet Repose II
- Sweet Repose I
- The State of A nation.
- EFFORTS ON REELS
- GIORGIO BABONI
- I Am The Victim Of Myself
- Sabeta
- MY MOTHER THE IYELOGBE OF EDO
- .
- Olaiva
- Sometime in April (My Fallen Heroes)
- Lamps of Education
- Upward Bound
- 100 percent about me
- Memories of Mama
- A Prayer
- My Valentine's Anthem
- Love Me when you can...
- Nigerian Politician
- Satan's Chronicle
- All I Have Left
- Barrenness to Adoration
- Sinful Imagination II
- LONG RIVER
- My Story of Southern Kaduna
- My Story of Northern Nigeria
- Afterlife in Anguished
- Marital Gift Snatched
- My Love Story
- Sacrilege
- Sinful Imagination
- MONEY
- The Fall of Man
- THE CLARION CALL I OBEY
- We are Journalists
- Not For You
- Deserted
- My Endocardium
- Deaths Harrasing Thoughts
- The idiosyncratic
- What If?
- I Am A Poet
- A crying child
- Anxious Outcast
- Kiss me goodnight
- To The Woman I Fell In Love With
- A Wish
- Fatherhood
- HARMATTAN
- Nothing last forever
- M.O.A.T - MY OGA AT THE TOP
- EVEN IN FREEDOM
- ON THE BANKS
- GOLDEN RUBBISH
- Black Girl
- OUR BROTHER HAS GONE MAD AGAIN (To those enduring the madness in town)
- My Country
- The lazy bird
- Where I want to live
- Silence
- I'm scared of you
- GRACE
- *****
- Thoughts of you
- World of words
- Another bed of lies
- Hidden Things
- THE YOUNG BOY @61
- A Regretful Mistake
- We Are The Snails
- NATION BUILDING
- ,
- STAKE
- Cam...
- I choose You
- I Hate To Tell You
- LETTER TO MY SPOUSE
- DREAMS
- BUT YOU SAID, YOU LOVE ME
- Where does True happiness lie?
- IN OUR LITTLE SMALL VILLAGE
- The hidden force
- It is called acting
- How to love a feminist
- Die empty
- Unconforming
- Imagine
- EL ELYON(THE UNFATHOMABLE MYSTERY)
- Tell Us
- Those
- Gradually
- Làbáké
- A WOMAN
- BIRD'S EYE VIEW
- NIGERIANS OF MY TIME
- Thanksgiving
- Paradox of existence
- CHASING THE WIND
- Life Tracks
- Mulatto's Scar
- Never' Never Land
- Longings
- HUMANS
- THE KISS OF THE DEVIL
- Rainy thoughts.
- Dear Mama
- FAREWELL MESSAGE OF JULY
- AN ENEMY WITHIN
- COLD HANDS
- Afresh
- Twist
- Trust
- My Black Skin
- BREVITY OF LIFE
- A Nation in doldrums.
- Limit Line
- NO PLACE LIKE HOME
- LiNES WRITTEN DURING MY JOURNEY HOMEWARD.
- THE JOURNEY
- THAT THING
- Disorder
- Dear Music
- NO GOING BACK
- With Me
- Uncharted
- Pass me not
- *Why God Chose Me?*
- *Meant to Be*
- *WHO ARE YOU* ?
- *Seek*
- *A MAN AFTER MY HEART*
- *The Power of Youth*
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears II
- THE PROBLEM MAN
- Miss Fortune's Misfortune
- The Real Lunatics
- Undying
- DON'T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
- MOTHERS EARTH
- THE BROKEN APPOINTMENT
- HALF A YELLOW SUN
- POETIC JUSTICE
- LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN LADY
- LET ME BE
- SMILE
- WHAT GOOD IS A DAY?
- BE SENSY NOT JUST SEXY!
- SUCCESS GOT NO AGE TAG
- CUT SOAP FOR ME
- Book Of Hope
- Blissful Eyes Of Clay in The Multitude.
- Mortal
- Adventure
- SAVE A SOUL
- THE CRY
- Modern Marriage.
- THE SONG OF NAMCHI
- HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
- Abused
- BlESSING
- The Ancient Dance
- BROKEN
- Drift
- GARMENT OF PRIDE
- UNCENSORED
- IN SEARCH OF BEAUTY
- THE TESTATOR
- CHALICE
- WORD
- The fresh beginning
- A LETTER TO A NIGERIAN FRIEND
- CHALICE
- UBUNTU
- HOUSE
- Prayer of a dying girl
- For what?
- THIS IS WAR,LOVE IS LOST
- LETTER TO MY HUSBAND
- I Know
- The Day I'll Be Breathless
- The Journey Through The Tunnel
- I Believe
- Nitty-gritty
- HOW LONG?
- WE DANCED THE CULTURAL DANCE
- HAPPY NEW MONTH
- LIVE NOT LIFE
- MY CHILDHOOD DAYS
- SEASON OF IRONY
- Black and Beautiful
- Money and Sapa
- Shades of Penury
- PROUDLY AFRICAN
- WHERE IS THE LAND I COME FROM
- ISN'T THIS ROSEMARY?
- "Robbery"
- No Man Is An Island
- DARKNESS
- Silence
- TRY AGAIN
- ODE TO A TROUBADOUR
- WARSHIP
- TENANTS OF THE HOUSE
- HERMIT
- Hilltop Rose
- Glitch
- WE LOVE SOCCER
- TALES OF A NATION
- My Personal Dairy
- *Bleeding Nation*
- Time
- Anticipated Coming
- The greatest gift (mother's day poem)
- Become The Man You Plan To Be
- Your Voice
- Where do we go wrong
- When I'm no More
- TALENT
- THE LIFE I WANT
- A day shall come
- Morning
- The view from Ugele hill
- More about love
- Reminisces on the eve of my departure
- PLUG
- To my wife if I leave
- I am not dirty
- Aloof from your "crazy"
- Brigandage
- Dying declarations
- A flag at bay
- Getting hurt
- Ode to my TUTOR
- My Muse
- Do Not Go Nigeria
- A trip to insanity
- The warrior i became.
- DEMIDEVIL Night 7th
- Caged
- Felicity
- When I Am No More
- One Time Lovers
- Gift me a lotus tree
- A Poor Boy's Love
- Why must love hurt so?
- THE CURSED CROSS
- The danger I love
- Dreamer's dream
- Anchor
- This and that
- Sapa
- SILENT
- /maɪ mjuːz/
- HER
- Only Human
- Easy
- FRENEMIES
- BELOVED STRANGERS
- BEFORE I DIE
- OUR PUNCTURED PRIDE
- Just Give Us Hope
- The calling
- What legacy shall I leave behind
- Unfinished
- This and that
- Beauty from ashes
- OGÚN
- I'll go and talk to the President
- Messiah's coming
- LOVE THE GREATEST EVANGELISM
- As He Is !
- SAY THE WORD
- The Mystery of God's Love (ADITU)
- Never change the way you are
- Family
- Knowing God's Will
- A Minute
- It's Really Up To You
- MEET UP
- SERENITY’S SOLO
- Stay With Me Nigeria
- Stereotypic Nepotistic Politricks
- KOLA
- Frenemies
- MYSTERY
- A Proud Heritage
- Happiness is a moment's job
- MY WHOLE LIFE
- Executhieves, Sinators and Authorithieves
- I AM HAPPY TO BE ME
- Lone Wolf
- I L Y
- Do-Re-Me-Fo-Sa-La-Ti-Do
- The Voice Of God
- Forbidden Love
- The Mystery of God's Love ADITU)
- the day walks into the sunset
- Cry....And Let Me See
- Alone
- I Am Me
- meet me where the traffic jams
- Can You Sing?
- and then i left the room
- Abnormal man
- Backup Plan
- My Heart Still Hurt
- Never Leave
- A Lost Smile
- THE END OF THE TIDE THAT CAME
- A New Leaf
- As A Country Soweth. . .
- Covid 19
- My lovely mother
- BERCEUSE
- "On a Good day"
- Udi and the Animals
- LISTEN YOU UNRULY SON OF THIS LAND.
- Quotable quotes
- Imu mechien
- DNA TEST (The African way) For Tunde Thomas
- The Crowned King
- Scared To Love
- Ballad from the grave
- Fortitude
- THE ROAD TO THE NORTH, LEADS HOME.
- Religion
- Bad Government
- Take Your Bread With Love
- The Sunset.
- Kankara
- One angle from the basket
- The Human Rose
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears
- Watch Her
- In every shade - the book
- ITEKUN
- The Failed Creation
- New Axis From Excavation
- Uncaging
- The first journey
- Vain Learnings
- Irony of Life
- Take Your Bread With Love
- Prayer
- Teacher
- Risk
- Living Water
- IGBOBONELIMI
- Child Heart
- Myself
- Who are you?
- Only You
- When We Hurt Someone We Love
- Time
- Walking alone..but not
- Trapped
- Dust....an understanding
- LOOSE ME
- I Know Of a Place
- IDAHOMI
- THE MINER FOR THE GOLD
- The Warld
- Sometimes
- Falling star
- I’m Sorry My Friends
- Sowing Creed
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- THE WANDERER
- REVOLUTION
- Failed Fellowship
- Our Darling Lover
- THE MERGE
- XMAS AT BOUNDARY
- WE CAUSE TALL TREES TO SPRANG
- A Beautiful Suicide
- Stupid era
- Drop of tears
- LOVE ON THE WEB
- EVENING SUN
- LOVE EN TOTAL
- Unhappy Me
- ODE TO MAMBILA PLATEAU
- GOD'S HAND
- Let Me
- Bukky-Go-Round
- Stay at Home
- I
- ODE TO ANAMBRA WAXBILL BIRD
- NOT AFRAID (for Lekki massacres)
- Dirty Glasses
- The Call Of Nigeria
- A NEW NIGERIA IS BORN
- October 20, 2020
- THE GOWN OF TROUBLE
- NO MORE SARS NO MORE SWAT NO MORE POLICE BRUTALITY
- Pastoral
- Curiosity
- Top of the Ladder
- ENDING SARS
- BEFORE THE HARD CLAPPING (For those that died of coronavirus)
- Night Night
- MIRAGE ( A sonnet )
- GIRLS HIGH IN DESIRES
- This Time
- Virus
- Independent
- Covid 19
- ELERGY TO JOHN PEPPER CLARK
- MY GIRL IS UPSTREET GIRL
- HEARTS BREAK SLOWLY
- CEASELESS FLOW
- LOVE ME LIKE A RIVER
- HAIL HER
- A TRUE STORY IN THE NORTH
- RAIN HOW SWEET THE SOUND
- THE LAND WITHOUTH EASE
- WHERE IS THE OLD ME?
- A CHILD'S HEART
- OH GARRI, MY GARRI
- I CAN'T MARRY A POETESS
- DESERTED
- LIKE A PREY
- AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY IN THE NORTH
- SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTH
- THE VOID
- REUBEN UGOCHUKWU
- OUR JOY RESTORED
- NIGHTMARE
- THAT SEASONED NIGERIA
- A Squirrel Hunter
- National Youth Service Corps
- FEAR
- GOING HOME
- HOW LONG
- THIS HOUSE IS BREAKING
- NOT BY CHANCE
- IFEOMA
- MARRIAGE OF THE SOUTH
- I DIED YESTERDAY
- SIP FROM THE SEA
- I'm Black
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- It's Raining
- JUST FOR A WHILE
- YOU ARE AMAZING
- CATCH THE LOVE YOUNG
- STREETS OF KAULA
- HAPPINESS
- Wind
- BEAUTIFUL WITCH
- The Architect
- The Earth and the Starry Heavens
- Take me to the altar
- Message to Myself
- I'm that black child
- And we danced not again
- Our Plea
- Doma’s Call
- Pandora
- Sour Libido
- The Lad's Cries
- BLACK'S WITHOUT WHITE'S
- Take a shot now
- The State Of African Leaders
- Knowledge Sleeping in our Department
- Her Voice On The Phone
- ONCE UPON A BEAUTY
- Another great mind lost
- Buried me not with the great
- If I Die Tonight
- Nigeria 🇳🇬
- My Rose 🌹 Lover
- On Love
- Sons of the slave masters
- Great Men Of Valour
- Launched in the deep
- Freedom In View
- Old Mrs Idunnu
- The old us
- Letter To The HEART
- Bullies
- Captive
- SENTIMENTS (A HEART OF BOLD)
- RANDOM FORCE OF EMOTIONS (LOST SOUL)
- Write Me A Poem
- I Have Found You Here
- Her Request
- MY DYING MOTHER
- WAITING FOR THE RAIN
- You don't have to be me to be you
- Fleeting Anguish
- FAKE LOVER
- Morning Glory
- BRUISES
- The Hope of Someday
- The raining days
- SMILE NOW
- A LITTLE PLANT
- Life is like melody
- Who is behind whispering?
- Covid-19's delicacy
- A Life For A Life
- Mama Africa
- Eagle eyes
- I'll write about i
- My mother
- Life in medical school
- What is home?
- My ex
- Ponder
- Lessons from the coronavirus pandemic
- Fragrance
- ASTOUND VISITOR
- Rise Again
- ALKEBULAN
- MEMORIES OF ME
- COVID19
- RONA
- Unspoken words
- Mr president
- Fallen
- BEAUTY OF LOVE
- Your wish
- My first kiss
- Why should I hire you?
- Abiodun
- The Sonnet
- The Light Over Andoni
- Change
- Port Harcourt
- It Is Futile To Sneer At Alaké
- I Won't Forget You Even If You Limp
- Glory
- 1914
- To The End Of The World
- August Child
- A Million Charms
- Her Silence
- Excuses
- Grachi
- Keep Your Love Close And Your Sword Closer
- Dark
- Only The Brave
- All My Loving
- Heroine
- Paradise on Earth
- I Will Be Silent
- RAVISHING RABI
- AFRICA
- TRYING TIME
- 18 plus one...
- The world has gone to war
- Mirage
- APO TO AREA 1
- PANDEMIC
- VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN
- The Road
- Depression- A struggle
- Farewell in Harmattan
- The fear of tomorrow
- Stories Untold
- AWAITING HER CUM
- ...Here
- Bread for the wise
- Feel
- The Breeze
- Partial Exit
- Roses in a Vase
- Home
- DARKNESS
- There
- A LETTER TO MY LOVER FROM THE DARK
- THE REALITY OF MY SMILE
- MY WATERMELON
- Even When No One Does
- DEEPEST TOUCH
- THE JOURNEY
- JUSTICE
- ADDICTION
- Depression
- Virtue
- Drenched in esctacy
- The Coin
- IGARA CHICKEN
- OUR HUNCHBACK
- CORRUPTION
- The Stranger I Love
- The Man in my Youth
- My First Beautiful Beast
- Love, what have you done?
- IT IS A LOAN
- The Future
- POLYGAMY
- SAVE THE NATION
- Above the law.
- At our age (1st October)
- Because I Love
- PROSPERITY POWER
- MAINTAINING SUCCESS
- Belief
- m͠o͠t͠h͠e͠r͠s͠
- FAKE LOVE
- UNDER MY COVER
- LET'S UNITE DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCE
- Why you let me down?
- The Girl I'll Marry
- Lists of littlest things
- The Sound of Alert
- ....Serenade
- BIRD IN A CAGE
- HAND OF D
- DEATH
- My world
- STRIVING TO SUCCEED
- Moooooooo.........
- Your Best
- Nature's beat
- What if
- Anger trapped in a jar
- Recognition
- Blade of Secrets
- Akalamagbo
- DONATELLA
- Horrible Sight
- An End of You
- Limerick
- Hate Me Not
- SOLOMON GRUNDY
- Child Seize the Air
- Dignity
- Tragic Comedy
- Faceless
- The Renegade
- Which Way?
- Little world
- Renegade Of June 12
- Ogbanje
- Ode To A Beauty
- A Bicycle Learner
- Across The Niger
- Noises Of The River
- Things that I miss (Poem in four parts)
- Jagaban Borgu
- The Interment
- Lullaby
- The Bargain For Life
- The Locked Country
- LOVE U LIKE THIS
- Never AGAIN
- YOUTHiLITY
- Scars
- Distress
- A Funny Girl
- Ibara in the sun
- Poetry..
- The Black Woman
- Ogori
- Time
- Humble The Poet
- The Path
- Pleasant Sight
- The Wretched Of The Earth
- ROSARY
- REQUIEM MAY 29
- THRENODY
- WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU
- REVENGE TIME
- Far beauty
- Letter To My Son
- A MAN SHOULD BE ALONE
- Drop The Picture, Pick the Nature
- Rain
- Eve of my daughter's wedding
- THE BOOK YOU GAVE ME
- DEAR
- Sonnet XXX: what am I
- Characters from the Grave
- Rainbow: An African Girl
- PRESS ON
- Nostalgia
- Silence
- AFRICA
- The Story In My Head (II)
- Remember Us This Way
- JUSTICE HAS BEEN BUTCHERED
- Why Should I?
- OSELUS (THE POLITICIANS)
- DILEMMA OF HOPE
- THE SOLDIERS HOPE
- THE PROCESSION
- THE MINISTER
- BLAME IT ON THE MONEY
- OUR SARS
- THEY SAY OUR SKIN IS DARK
- THE CONVERSATION
- UNLOCK MON CŒUR.
- DO YOU?
- I, Too
- Ours to Fare, not to Fear
- Imagine
- Butterfly
- RABBIT STEW
- *Fun era* *(Funeral)*
- An hole for you
- O Sambisa
- Never Far Away!
- Ire
- We've been waiting
- My Scars
- Song for things
- The Nigerian Sonnet
- Life & me
- ….. Not like this
- ...By myself
- UNIT TESTS
- Sa Ni Da Pa
- LONELINESS
- SORRY
- MONEY - SAHAJ SABHARWAL
- NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS
- Relaxation
- EDUCATION
- MOTHER
- RESPECT
- Independent
- Split Horizon
- Not for you...
- SLAVES
- HEALING OF THE SOUL
- The Female of our species
- Democracy in Nigeria
- Die to yourself
- To love the wrong
- Dear Madame
- Makanre!
- At the steps
- To all those who were weird in class
- Ode To Fledging Stars
- Gracious Words
- Bodies
- Girls
- A woman shouldn't stare
- He is Risen
- Tales by Moonlight
- Caribbean Mind
- Time
- A Rainy Night in a Nigerian City
- Struck Dumb
- BEYOUTIFUL
- Who Is Who Africa?
- My Love
- Throwback Thursday
- DARKNESS
- Bring Back Our Girls
- PATHS
- A sick Egret
- I'm All Yours
- I remember
- We Are Never Forgotten
- Happy Sabbath
- Say no to drugs
- Forever And Always
- In Memory of Mrs A. O. Oloniyo
- The Butterfly
- Sometimes You Are
- Have I Told You Yet
- purpose for living?
- THE WAILING PEN
- Since the blood!!!
- Come back!
- Dream right!!!!!
- Bird in Bush
- When life kick you in the mouth!!!
- The Princess
- Young Lady
- Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem
- The Valley of Vision
- I see a new Nigeria
- I Love My Mama
- Agidigbo
- Virus of the Mind
- VACATION
- All About Girls
- A Soldier's Daughter
- I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer
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- The Lonely Guy
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