₦airaland Forum

Keep or Kill your hate


Keep or kill your hate.

don't employ a gang,

why should i be called,

to this flame you lit.

since you told the tale,

there are sides obscured.

i cannot be judge,

to the tales by one,

you were friends so close,

they are still mine from far.

don't employ my hate,

don't influence my view,

I was never there,

so keep or kill your hate.


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/keep_or_kill_your_hate_1299158

Read my mind -,




An official cult of cruelty, unchecked.

The devil’s deputy,(SARS) virulent phony makers.

Armed by the state,

but against the innocent most time zealous,

With them Justice, a mirage.

Stations of non-remitted bribes.

Borders of receipt-less tolls,

Checkpoints of unlawful harassment for gains.

Duty-posts for passionate murderers,

These violent ill trained in matters of human, get away with murder.

Don’t ask me of what country I speak

Read my mind……………………

https://allpoetry.com/poem/7165340-Read-my-mind-on---On-the-Uniform--by-Oluakin

Incompetence in Aso Rock

incompetence seats imperviously in the rock,
watching his last drama in senility;

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity,
stalling dreams by their guns.

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of thousand years
protected by criminals, feeding from proceed of fraud

joying in the decay called a country.
That British amalgam of 1914,

Incompetence desperate for power after several disgrace,
whines in tears like a baby at the third attempt.

soliciting empathy by emotions, clueless yet desperate, threatening
“The dog and the baboon would be soaked in blood”
and indeed, his dogs are killing the rest of us.

incompetence sleeps in the rock,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury.

incompetence made the rock a domestic arena,
harbors kinsmen as attack dogs,

By nepotism stalls the progress of a Nation,
deluded and assuming that leadership is a cozy comfort away from sufferers.


incompetence is here to rule, Not a Leader, we have no leader yet.
Hides in ambuscade as his clowns misuse words like “The Presidency”

incompetence enmeshed the already besmirched reputation
as gutter tongues ranked us collectively as “hole”

incompetence robs a thousand destinies,
sixty years after the dark days, we grope in darkness

No road,
no water,
no Hospitals
"waiting for “godot”

promising a false future that never comes,
two times incompetence, twice fooled.

Incompetence in Africa's largest hub.
Incompetence makes a weakling of our strength

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/incompetence_in_aso_rock_1294535

The foolish Ruler

The day is coming and it will come,

when in retrospect, men shall mock them.

Those who today ride in honour, trampling as they go.

the upcoming springs will research their shame which they pretend to ignore

evil men who ran Nigeria aground, Are you one of these,

Who feared to go to Spain or disgraced in Germany?
these impostors,

these criminals who want to be remembered as ex,

Thieves who with collective wealth build for selfish gains

The day will come, whether dead or alive, Nigerians will remember their evil imposed

The Maradona, the goggle Tyrant, the dull Prof. from Bayelsa

The weak President of a few days,

The criminal of “Operation feed the nation”,

The Loutish "Appolo" eye or "Goro" Teeth of Lagos

The corn man from Benin who rode as Labor leader to deceive the gullible

The Slok thieves from the east, the statue goon

Many more who ruined the nation by their greed

Ex-president without vision who stole while they preside over the affair of states,
men fit for the gallows

Men who build an empire after we honored them to lead the rest of us

They mocked us, they left us worse, without electricity, without roads, without hospital

They will be remembered when Nigeria wake up

Will your father be named?

The day will come when in retrospect evil men will be disrobed of honor,

let those who live among them take these thoughts to their Graves.

Nigeria will rise and the generation to come will build the road they abandoned while stealing,

the hospitals they neglect while patronizing foreign climes

The day will come when their children for whom they kept the loots will be shamed by their

parent’s legacy or honored by their parent’s reputation

The day will come when though, their names numbered among leaders will take the proper place among criminals

when their vanities have fully spent the pains imposed will be carved in our history books in remembrance of them

Though their kids in far off climes, glory in the loots of their fathers

Will bear the scars of the dishonored reign

You will be remembered,

Thieving President and you the criminal who governed or rather was imposed on us

The minster also, the senators who dance or turned comedian in hallowed chambers

These and more who had the opportunity to carve their names in gold but by greed ruined the
nation

Men who ran their term looting as we remained in darkness

Hey. You will be remembered for the good or the evil

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2019

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_foolish_ruler_1176341

Incompetence in Aso Rock

incompetence seats imperviously in the rock,
watching his last drama in senility;

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity,
stalling dreams by their guns.

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of thousand years
protected by criminals, feeding from proceed of fraud

joying in the decay called a country.
That British amalgam of 1914,

Incompetence desperate for power after several disgrace,
whines in tears like a baby at the third attempt.

soliciting empathy by emotions, clueless yet desperate, threatening
“The dog and the baboon would be soaked in blood”
and indeed, his dogs are killing the rest of us.

incompetence sleeps in the rock,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury.

incompetence made the rock a domestic arena,
harbors kinsmen as attack dogs,

By nepotism stalls the progress of a Nation,
deluded and assuming that leadership is a cozy comfort away from sufferers.


incompetence is here to rule, Not a Leader, we have no leader yet.
Hides in ambuscade as his clowns misuse words like “The Presidency”

incompetence enmeshed the already besmirched reputation
as gutter tongues ranked us collectively as “hole”

incompetence robs a thousand destinies,
sixty years after the dark days, we grope in darkness

No road,
no water,
no Hospitals
"waiting for “godot”

promising a false future that never comes,
two times incompetence, twice fooled.

Incompetence in Africa's largest hub.
Incompetence makes a weakling of our strength


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/incompetence_in_aso_rock_1294535

Ajegunle

Despised, Reviled, Rejected.
Object of cruel mockery.
Before I was conceived, I heard of you,
Dumps for homeless migrants,
Debased and inferior.
Was beauty ever part of you?

This throng, that daily treads your well worn streets,
Whither? your brackish waters,
Home to unseen enemies, children splash uncaring,
Your market is a meeting place, young and old,
Rich and poor, your wares to behold

Ajegunle, the harsh teacher, Survival skills your forte,
Sharpening and shaping lives by your creeds

Ajegunle,
The enemy of state love, a point to prove,
Creativity crams herself into your nooks and crannies,
The envy of rich Ikoyi.

Ajegunle,
You must visit with vigilance, day or night,
Hunters abound, roving eyes,
Seeking purse to prey upon.
Their kills dissected in the crevices of Ajegunle
Where the oppressed oppress another
Atavism is a regular guest at Ajegunle
Where order is almost a crime,
Disorder the norm,

Ajegunle,
Kingdom of numerous kings, a reflection of ourselves
Poverty amidst riches, want amidst plenty,

Ajegunle,
Despised
Reviled
Rejected



Ajegunle is a Popular slum in Lagos Nigeria.


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ajegunle_1294529

When you return


Sojourner to far-flung climes;

When you return,

Will you remember the evening songs

Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?

Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter

Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?

Earning him the most beautiful virgin in the land

When you return,

Will you remember the fable of the wraith

That forced our forefathers away from the farm at dusk?

Will you still dip your hands in “Aro” to make “Adire” for our dear mother?

Will you?

The market still a beehive of activities

Every market day is as rustic as you left it,

Our women the same, untainted by the new ways

Our men have not also faired any better,

Still suspicious of the innovations of the town people

Our children are not ashamed of showing off their beauty for the world to see,

The harrowing cries of our virgins still pierce the night,

As they fall under the mutilators knives

Will you still remember how to savor “Iyan”

Pounded with the sweats of the maidens and

Molded with “Egusi” from earthenware?

When you return,

Will you not now be repulsed with “Ila”

That soup which you handled with such mastery with “Amala”

The leaves from the forest still keep us strong and virile,

Their medicines have not offered any hope to all our ailments,

When you return,

Teach us not new things about our Land

O sojourner,

When you return from the distant land of subjugation

That dungeon that robbed us of our cultures and creeds







– Aro:- A local dye

– Adere:- A fabric made with “Aro” it is popular among Yoruba people of western Nigeria,

– Iyan :- A paste for food made from Yam

– Egusi :-A soup made from the melon seed

– Ila :-A gelatinous soup made from Okra

– Amala :-A paste for food made from Yam flower


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/when_you_return_1294419

A Tribute To Gani



Yesterday,

It was just yesterday in September,

He was laid to rest in golden casket,

Though he lived a golden life to deserve more.

Yet as men do,

The celebration of hypocrites comes after the death of kings.

Rare Wig gawk the myriads in honor, a true luminary.


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was Jailed for truth by criminals who deserves his fetters,

hunted and tortured by oppressors and the monster in Minna,

Resisting illegality where chickens bowed in shame,

Berated like common criminal by state sponsored arm and brigands,


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He roared in courts against oppressors, despising the hazards of detention

A burning passionate loathing of poli-tricks of established criminals,

Exposing furtive murderer, masquerading as President in the Rock

Gani, Renown, revered, amongst true patriots.


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was stripped of a long deserved honor,

Senior Advocate of the Nation (SAN).

Yet Honored by Students, as

Senior Advocate of the Masses (SAM).

Yesterday

It was Just Yesterday,

The Tyrant of Minna, confined him to Military incarceration at Apapa,

The dark dome where he lost his eyes,

abandoned by the masses whom he suffered to protect,

Tyrants shirked to disdain the true leader of the masses,

Scholars rose over their stupidity and proclaimed him

The First SAM, though murdered for Truth

Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He pierced their conscience, with a party

To revive the dignity of leadership by a single involvement

Alas, Gani was rigged out by the oppressors who still hold on to power.

evil men wearied Gani to his grave,

Ganiyu Oyesola Fawehinmi,

You won in our hearts, though denied by the criminals

Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was numbered with great world changers

Like, Mandela, Luther,

Will be remembered not only as mere Lawyer,

SAM or SAN in sand

But as a true fighter,

an indefatigable orator,

with an unswerving ardor,

defender of the oppressed,

the voiceless poor masses,

It was Just Yesterday,

sleep on Gani

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_tribute_to_gani_1296324

A Go-between


A a go-between street urchins and the coy,

in desperation to survive,

after wasted years at a University.

As the Job of my envy delays


A go between


on Lagos streets where mafias reign,

From Oshodi to Mushin

Ikorodu to Epe,

Badagray to Ajegunle

I roam and thought i had a Job.


A go between,

negotiating with criminals

because there was no government

a “community liaison officer”

begging criminals to let me in,

as Police are busy collecting bribes


A go between

At Fadeyi, where violence became a murder

Mandated to ensure peace

where engineers could not go





A go between

At Badagry where a local chief used his charm

to harm me for more money

The money for the development of his community

A go between

At Ikorodu among gun wielding marauders

Youths whose destinies are kept on hold

surviving through creed of crimes

A go between

with countless encounters

at Surulere, Ilasa, Isolo, Ijegun

where mafia control the streets

as Police backed out in Fear


A go between

On Lagos Island

the whole of Lagos a den of crime

where government is a joke

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

Incompetence in Aso Rock

incompetence seats imperviously in the rock,
watching his last drama in senility;

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity,
stalling dreams by their guns.

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of thousand years
protected by criminals, feeding from proceed of fraud

joying in the decay called a country.
That British amalgam of 1914,

Incompetence desperate for power after several disgrace,
whines in tears like a baby at the third attempt.

soliciting empathy by emotions, clueless yet desperate, threatening
“The dog and the baboon would be soaked in blood”
and indeed, his dogs are killing the rest of us.

incompetence sleeps in the rock,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury.

incompetence made the rock a domestic arena,
harbors kinsmen as attack dogs,

By nepotism stalls the progress of a Nation,
deluded and assuming that leadership is a cozy comfort away from sufferers.


incompetence is here to rule, Not a Leader, we have no leader yet.
Hides in ambuscade as his clowns misuse words like “The Presidency”

incompetence enmeshed the already besmirched reputation
as gutter tongues ranked us collectively as “hole”

incompetence robs a thousand destinies,
sixty years after the dark days, we grope in darkness

No road,
no water,
no Hospitals
"waiting for “godot”

promising a false future that never comes,
two times incompetence, twice fooled.

Incompetence in Africa's largest hub.
Incompetence makes a weakling of our strength


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020







https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/incompetence_in_aso_rock_1294535


The Youths are awake

Time


Time

Thou mighty monarch of “eartherial” scope,
the vicegerent and the viceroy of all fickle frame.
from thy womb lonesome vial sprung,
and the cavalcades of torrents bearing branches

Time
ere that chaotic cosmos regaled in darkness found a cloth of light,
Thou decrees the bands and bounds by thine unvoiced speeches.
and when creation found a space in thy vast gale.
thy space was not submerged or muted in all affairs.

Time

As a conqueror, we see thy doings over man.
thy power over kings.
and thy victory over thrones
we stand aghast when arrogance is over.
speechless at the remains of monarchs.

Time,

where is Rome, where is Assyria?
Where is Babylon, where is Britain ?
Like carcasses in the wind
they crumbled regaled in dusty past of forgone memories
their days of Power are over

Time

Even now, thy watchers are in all cities upon all arms
when in rage the sword is drawn from the scabbard
some you kill.
other you honor.
and others you mocked.

May we in Time, find our paths ere we bid this earth farewell

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/time_1257931

When you return



Sojourner to far-flung climes;

When you return,

Will you remember the evening songs

Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?

Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter

Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?

Earning him the most beautiful virgin in the land

When you return,

Will you remember the fable of the wraith

That forced our forefathers away from the farm at dusk?

Will you still dip your hands in “Aro” to make “Adire” for our dear mother?

Will you?

The market still a beehive of activities

Every market day is as rustic as you left it,

Our women the same, untainted by the new ways

Our men have not also faired any better,

Still suspicious of the innovations of the town people

Our children are not ashamed of showing off their beauty for the world to see,

The harrowing cries of our virgins still pierce the night,

As they fall under the mutilators knives

Will you still remember how to savor “Iyan”

Pounded with the sweats of the maidens and

Molded with “Egusi” from earthenware?

When you return,

Will you not now be repulsed with “Ila”

That soup which you handled with such mastery with “Amala”

The leaves from the forest still keep us strong and virile,

Their medicines have not offered any hope to all our ailments,

When you return,

Teach us not new things about our Land

O sojourner,

When you return from the distant land of subjugation

That dungeon that robbed us of our cultures and creeds







– Aro:- A local dye

– Adere:- A fabric made with “Aro” it is popular among Yoruba people of western Nigeria,

– Iyan :- A paste for food made from Yam

– Egusi :-A soup made from the melon seed

– Ila :-A gelatinous soup made from Okra

– Amala :-A paste for food made from Yam flower
Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/when_you_return_1294419

Wait till tomorrow


wait till tomorrow,

when all the fantasies will cease ,

when all these glamour is overcome by time,

and all the show becomes histories,

when time becomes the king ,

over the haughty pride of mortal men.

wait till tomorrow,

when beauty bows to worms,

and straight legs wearied by age,

and sickness ravage this puny shape.

wait till tomorrow,

when this idol called flesh,

groans in helpless search for a cure,

all the strength of youthful days,

as mere mere tale that was told .

wait till tomorrow,

when the feet are wobbling,

and the teeth cannot chew,

when you hide those faces with bulging sockets,

and that sagged breast which you once revere.

wait till tomorrow,

when with aid the eyes are dim,

when the waist becomes a burden,


and those wigs refuse to fit,


wait when pride is useless

wait,

it comes too soon,

wait.


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wait_till_tomorrow_1296062

Ajegunle


Despised, Reviled, Rejected.
Object of cruel mockery.
Before I was conceived, I heard of you,
Dumps for homeless migrants,
Debased and inferior.
Was beauty ever part of you?

This throng, that daily treads your well worn streets,
Whither? your brackish waters,
Home to unseen enemies, children splash uncaring,
Your market is a meeting place, young and old,
Rich and poor, your wares to behold

Ajegunle, the harsh teacher, Survival skills your forte,
Sharpening and shaping lives by your creeds

Ajegunle,
The enemy of state love, a point to prove,
Creativity crams herself into your nooks and crannies,
The envy of rich Ikoyi.

Ajegunle,
You must visit with vigilance, day or night,
Hunters abound, roving eyes,
Seeking purse to prey upon.
Their kills dissected in the crevices of Ajegunle
Where the oppressed oppress another
Atavism is a regular guest at Ajegunle
Where order is almost a crime,
Disorder the norm,

Ajegunle,
Kingdom of numerous kings, a reflection of ourselves
Poverty amidst riches, want amidst plenty,

Ajegunle,
Despised
Reviled
Rejected



Ajegunle is a Popular slum in Lagos Nigeria.


Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ajegunle_1294529

The wide Bowl


This bowl is no longer mine,

was never so,

Let it go.

well worn before the oath,

A gift that despised the guardian,

Presented freely without a dowry.

used, and widened as i found.

too wide to keep a home.

insatiable, licentious and libidinous.

This bowl was scorned by many.

ere i fell a wandering,

a bait on my way, the sorrow on my path.

Let it go,

This bowl seeks for prey, and so was i for a time.

intent concealed in bareness,

desperate for the gift of the semen.

as adulterer urged rebellion by ignorance.

the rage, the rave of ego and bestiality.

deceived the Law for mere gain.

This bowl is broken cannot be fixed by logic.

this bowl is old, alluring by mascara.

This bowl was used,

i take exception on your list,

This bowl is free,

the next victim can explore.

the bowl is cheap,

forced a dowry to conceal the shame.

T'was sold for free at Ikoyi in may,

Who is next?

A thousand many had the bowl,

I played along for a time

ere this voyage of deceit,

I took a flight from my deep principle,

hoping to make a jewel from the Flesh.

This bowl is addicted to the red zones

Incurable addiction i recalled,

The friends,

The internet,

The phone,

The TV,

The cinema,

And tattling,

The routines of unending dark flights

Incorrigible,

Venomous.

You may have the bowl if you would.

This bowl is No longer mine.

Once a street bowl,

and always so.

Find the bowl in your homes,

Let's hope the bowl recovers.

but a broken bowl is irreparable by man


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_wide_bowl_1295989

I Will marry tomorrow


The lure of untainted flower,

Its sweet perfume encased in a whorl.

Alas! That which I await is scarce.
This memory will be banished tomorrow.


Tomorrow ,

I must satisfy her.
My labour waits for her belly:
The weary days
The sun

The rains of my struggles
Bear fruit tomorrow.


Tomorrow.


She said, “I will come tomorrow”
Her many delays must end tomorrow
‘cos her quest for vanities are fully spent.
Our wedding shall be tomorrow.

Tomorrow,

Her lust shall be feted
Her feathers of courtship plucked!
The downs, I know, shall be not be rubied
But tomorrow we shall deceitfully walk to the altar.

Tomorrow.
I bid you, wait till tomorrow.
She goes home now to break her bond
With him that was in her dreams only yesterday.

I, shall wait till tomorrow

To make her drink from her fountain of lust.
Her secret desire of a ride to a far country
On her lover’s back, a wish not penny can grant.



Tomorrow.
I must nurture the wounds and scars of another
And regret I never made the first cut.
Yet, she must do it again as before.
But we shall start tomorrow.

Tomorrow
She shall dance like a maiden untouched;
All her lovers in the pew,
Mocking my folly with unspoken memories of their voyages
And I, a victim of blemished womanhood,
Ready to fool the world in “unholy matrimony.”

Tomorrow,
When she parades foolishness for fashion

Then, call her not my wife.
When she fights on the street in rage and fury
Oh, call her not my wife.
When she slips into darkness to drink from the cup of a rival
Please, call her not my wife.
When the stench of her reputation chokes the neighbourhood
Then, remember her not as my wife.
When she regales her mates with tall tales to my hurt
Please, call her not my wife,
When she wraps herself in fineries yet uglier than a mummy
Please, call her not my wife,
When godliness is exited and the fear of God abolished
Please, call her not my wife
Think no shame on me
Then, when she becomes a Matron over innocent children.

But,
I must marry

Tomorrow

Be it for a day before I die.


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_will_marry_tomorrow_327906

In Swahili

Ataoa kesho

Mvuto wa maua yasiyotiwa rangi,

Manukato yake matamu yaliyofungwa kwa nani.

Ole! Kile ninachosubiri ni chache.
Kumbukumbu hii itafutwa kesho.


Kesho,

Lazima nimridhishe.
Kazi yangu inasubiri tumbo lake.
Siku zilizochoka
Jua

Mvua za mapambano yangu
kuzaa matunda kesho.


Kesho.


Alisema, "nitakuja kesho"
Ucheleweshaji wake mwingi lazima uishe kesho
Sababu hamu yake ya ubatili imetumika kabisa.
Harusi yetu itakuwa kesho.

Kesho,

Tamaa yake itakuwa sherehe
Manyoya yake ya uchumba yaling'olewa!
Hekaheka, najua, haitasuguliwa
lakini kesho tutatembea kwa hila madhabahuni.

Kesho.
Ninakuambia, subiri kesho.
Anaenda nyumbani sasa kuvunja dhamana yake
Pamoja naye ambaye alikuwa katika ndoto zake jana tu.

Mimi, nitangojea hadi kesho

Kumnywesha kutoka kwenye chemchemi yake ya tamaa.
Tamaa yake ya siri ya kusafiri kwenda nchi ya mbali
mgongoni mwa mpenzi wake, hamu sio senti inaweza kutoa.



Kesho.
Lazima nikuze vidonda na makovu ya mwingine
Na majuto sikuwahi kukata kwanza.
Walakini, lazima afanye tena kama hapo awali.
Lakini tutaanza kesho.

Kesho
Atacheza kama msichana asiyeguswa;
Wapenzi wake wote kwenye kiti,
nikidhihaki upumbavu wangu na kumbukumbu zisizosemwa za safari zao
Na mimi, mwathirika wa ujinga wa kike,
Tayari kuudanganya ulimwengu katika "ndoa isiyo takatifu."

Kesho,
Wakati anaonyesha upumbavu kwa mtindo

Kisha, msimuite mke wangu.
Wakati anapigana mitaani kwa hasira na ghadhabu
eeh, msimuite mke wangu.
wakati anateleza gizani kunywa kikombe cha mpinzani
Tafadhali, usimwite mke wangu.
Wakati uvundo wa sifa yake unasonga ujirani
Basi, msimkumbuke kama mke wangu.
Wakati yeye anawaburudisha wenzi wake na hadithi ndefu kwa kuumia kwangu
Tafadhali, usimwite mke wangu,
wakati anajifunga kwa uzuri lakini mbaya kuliko mummy
Tafadhali, usimwite mke wangu,
Wakati utauwa unapoondolewa na hofu ya Mungu imekomeshwa
Tafadhali, usimwite mke wangu
Usifikirie aibu juu yangu
Halafu, wakati anakuwa Matron juu ya watoto wasio na hatia.

Lakini,
Lazima niolewe

Kesho

iwe kwa siku moja kabla sijafa.

Hero of an hour

Today ignorance uttered words in the court of kings,
as we waited too long for coruscation of brilliancy,
serendipity smiled on nescient,
and crowned rebellion for one hour.

utterances from idle lips ,
foist on passerby along nature’s path,
As filthy rebel from the woodcock progeny,
Spoke with grandeur of betise.
suspense graced the rage of arrogance,

Today in the prison of the khaki boys.
cast amongst quails and punks.
This punky nurse of innocence.
what?

Ask me not, for I will not like this,
bandy with Rampallian .

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The Sun Will Shine Today


The sun will shine today.

too long this night has been,

The sun will shine today,

let the darkness give way to brightness and beauty,

The grope of gloom will soon be gone,

Our weary worn suspense too shall pass

we cannot tell the all our Joys

but the sun will shine today.

not a semblance but the real

We wait too long for this,

when it comes, You all shall know,

for the sun must shine Today,

No worse than these shall stop our hope,

of better things in heaven so bright

our hope comes from within,

what more, The sun must shine today.

Keep this hope in your hearts,

The rain will follow with abundance,

we wait in anticipation as heaven breaks,

oh! Let the sun shine today.

come as one to this hope,

Holding forth for the blessing so sure,

That we all may say together,

without our doubts and fear,

The sun will rise again,

let this thought for ever ring,

For i know, the sun will shine today.


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The wide Bowl



This bowl is no longer mine,

was never so,

Let it go.

well worn before the oath,

A gift that despised the guardian,

Presented freely without a dowry.

used, and widened as i found.

too wide to keep a home.

insatiable, licentious and libidinous.

This bowl was scorned by many.

ere i fell a wandering,

a bait on my way, the sorrow on my path.

Let it go,

This bowl seeks for prey, and so was i for a time.

intent concealed in bareness,

desperate for the gift of the semen.

as adulterer urged rebellion by ignorance.

the rage, the rave of ego and bestiality.

deceived the Law for mere gain.

This bowl is broken cannot be fixed by logic.

this bowl is old, alluring by mascara.

This bowl was used,

i take exception on your list,

This bowl is free,

the next victim can explore.

the bowl is cheap,

forced a dowry to conceal the shame.

T'was sold for free at Ikoyi in may,

Who is next?

A thousand many had the bowl,

I played along for a time

ere this voyage of deceit,

I took a flight from my deep principle,

hoping to make a jewel from the Flesh.

This bowl is addicted to the red zones

Incurable addiction i recalled,

The friends,

The internet,

The phone,

The TV,

The cinema,

And tattling,

The routines of unending dark flights

Incorrigible,

Venomous.

You may have the bowl if you would.

This bowl is No longer mine.

Once a street bowl,

and always so.

Find the bowl in your homes,

Let's hope the bowl recovers.

but a broken bowl is irreparable by man

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OMOYELE SOWORE

Oh! ye noble men of courage, another Hero is born.
Meet the man who demystify the terrors of our oppressors,
Out on thee oh cowards, Up and braze up for the the imminent freedom.
Your Fears are foolish, let them dazzle a thousand guns, they are mortals and they fear our rage.

Enlist in the voyage for liberation, we cannot all be cowered.
Liberty is the cry of the oppressed, and Freedom is never given, it is taken
Emancipate yourself from the claws of these terrible corrupt impostors,




See the light of development sweeping the continents, advancement and technological leap everywhere

Our lots has been a cynosure of bandits, overtaken by fraud and moral turpitude
Who will lead this banner to rescue us from the nebulous shame?
Over us they bellow, Lording it, they Rule.
Revolution is the Fear of the Oppressor, until the masses wake up from their slumber.

End the reign of the bandits, masquerading as Leaders


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/omoyele_sowore_1233933
Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

Ajegunle

Despised

Reviled

Rejected

Object of cruel mockery.

Before I was conceived, I heard of you,

Dumps for homeless migrants,

Debased and inferior.

Was beauty ever part of you?

This throng,

That daily treads your well worn streets,

Whither?

Your brackish waters,

Home to unseen enemies,

Children splash uncaring,

Your market is a meeting place,

Young and old,

Rich and poor

Your wares to behold

Ajegunle, the harsh teacher

Survival skills your forte,

Sharpening and shaping lives by your creeds

Ajegunle,

The enemy of state love,

A point to prove,

Creativity crams herself into your nooks and crannies,

The envy of rich Ikoyi

Ajegunle,

You must visit with vigilance,

Day or night

Hunters abound,

Roving eyes,

Seeking purse to prey upon

Their kills dissected in the crevices of Ajegunle

Where the oppressed oppress another

Atavism is a regular guest at Ajegunle

Where order is almost a crime,

Disorder the norm,

Ajegunle,

Kingdom of numerous kings

A reflection of ourselves

Poverty amidst riches,

Want amidst plenty,

Ajegunle,

Despised

Reviled

Rejected





Ajegunle is a Popular slum in Lagos

A poem by Oluseyi Akinbami,

Edited By Chukwuemeka Akpe


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Incompetence in Aso Rock

incompetence seats imperviously in the rock,
watching his last drama in senility;

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity,
stalling dreams by their guns.

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of thousand years
protected by criminals, feeding from proceed of fraud

joying in the decay called a country.
That British amalgam of 1914,

Incompetence desperate for power after several disgrace,
whines in tears like a baby at the third attempt.

soliciting empathy by emotions, clueless yet desperate, threatening
“The dog and the baboon would be soaked in blood”
and indeed, his dogs are killing the rest of us.

incompetence sleeps in the rock,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury.

incompetence made the rock a domestic arena,
harbors kinsmen as attack dogs,

By nepotism stalls the progress of a Nation,
deluded and assuming that leadership is a cozy comfort away from sufferers.


incompetence is here to rule, Not a Leader, we have no leader yet.
Hides in ambuscade as his clowns misuse words like “The Presidency”

incompetence enmeshed the already besmirched reputation
as gutter tongues ranked us collectively as “hole”

incompetence robs a thousand destinies,
sixty years after the dark days, we grope in darkness

No road,
no water,
no Hospitals
"waiting for “godot”

promising a false future that never comes,
two times incompetence, twice fooled.

Incompetence in Africa's largest hub.
Incompetence makes a weakling of our strength

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/incompetence_in_aso_rock_1294535

Incompetence in Aso Rock

incompetence seats imperviously in the rock,
watching his last drama in senility;

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder invaded sanity,
stalling dreams by their guns.

incompetence foist on us by gangsters,
That robbed the destinies of thousand years
protected by criminals, feeding from proceed of fraud

joying in the decay called a country.
That British amalgam of 1914,

Incompetence desperate for power after several disgrace,
whines in tears like a baby at the third attempt.

soliciting empathy by emotions, clueless yet desperate, threatening
“The dog and the baboon would be soaked in blood”
and indeed, his dogs are killing the rest of us.

incompetence sleeps in the rock,
unaffected by the groaning of a people nestled in penury.

incompetence made the rock a domestic arena,
harbors kinsmen as attack dogs,

By nepotism stalls the progress of a Nation,
deluded and assuming that leadership is a cozy comfort away from sufferers.


incompetence is here to rule, Not a Leader, we have no leader yet.
Hides in ambuscade as his clowns misuse words like “The Presidency”

incompetence enmeshed the already besmirched reputation
as gutter tongues ranked us collectively as “hole”

incompetence robs a thousand destinies,
sixty years after the dark days, we grope in darkness

No road,
no water,
no Hospitals
"waiting for “godot”

promising a false future that never comes,
two times incompetence, twice fooled.

Incompetence in Africa's largest hub.
Incompetence makes a weakling of our strength

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/incompetence_in_aso_rock_1294535

What about China
What about China?
When they compel you to stay home,
imposing cloaks on nature's beauty
as a fellow friend becomes a foe
and the media unhorsed propaganda
Can we all all ask
what about china?


When old Brit's prime minister
masked tyranny by orders
confining millions to solitude
for the fear of his fickle frame
susceptible to the Wuhan's scourge
can we all ask,
what about China?


When confused men make projections
to feed the greed of the tech giants
or to maintain the cult of the pharmacy
as the media control our lives
as we surrender our freedom to fear
can we all ask
what about China?


So fast was the manipulations
so wide did it spread
so gullible were we all without reasons
to ascent to the communist schemes
who will ask my questions?
Are they clear of the scourge, and we are not?
Can we all ask
what about China?


Communism mocks you all
Perestroika and glasnost seeks revenge
so while your media makes the rouse
as ignorant men speculates,
turning humans to masked animals
obfuscating nature's beauty
can we all ask,
what about China?



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George Floyd


Two hundred fatalities, hundred more to die,
The number keeps growing.
unbridled guns in the hands of sadistic cops,
another victim on choke hold.
he is not of their coat,
no need for the court.
we go there to mourn,
and “justice” a mere joke.
another victim is their statistics,
they brought their ancestors with guns.
Led them forcefully through the seas,
They build the place you called home.
yet murders their children at random,
do they have another home?
They obliterate history and silence the offspring by murders.
he knelt his neck to the grave,
he dares his maker for justice,
A deliberate murder in modern America.
The stretcher was waiting,
cause they meant to kill him.
indeed they killed him,
ensure he died, as he cried helplessly to deaf ears.
This is how they kill us in turns,
And for same offences by Johnny
they look the other way.
Hey Johnny “stay cool” & stay safe.
But they snuff his life out.
Just because his coat is different
again they killed another, who is next?

Goodnight George Floyd

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/george_floyd_1256053

Deus Ex Machina


President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar


Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
Exhibitions,
Steeped in rapacity.
Inured to light, they
Dominate blindly
Evoking the same air of oppression
Noteworthy of the days of yore.
Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.

Over us, they bellow.
Lording it, they rule
Under the guise of foreign dogmas,
Silence all demanding.
Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies
Gloats with our reserves.
Unaffected by the groaning of a people
Nestled in penury.

Our Overseers,
Behemoths, disguised,
Assiduously make us the
Shame of the whole world while
At perfect ease with themselves.
Neglecting the many sufferers about, they
Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as
Our poverty became their riches.

And the bespectacled gargoyle
Trenched in the prison called Rock.
Impervious to all wisdom,
Kept an unholy vigil as
Undertakers beckoned suddenly.

Archetypical simpletons, they
Bask in gaudy wealth
Untouched by the miseries surrounding them
Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.
Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,
Kleptocrats searching for new honour.
Aglow in oily garbs, they
Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!
Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2020


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Man You are not in charge


We pride ourselves in rented existence,
gloating in the realm of time,
science and civilization sought the throne,
we explored the cosmos with tools
to unravel nature in our frame,
we boast in this rags called flesh,
calling the Almighty to a contest .
we build our Babel from coast to coast
and named our delights of hay and stubble.
we heap our gold in the barn.
and others explore nuclear weapon in their dome,
Expending energies on dead elements.
We minor the major, and major the minor.
Among men are rebels,
with drawn sword against our maker.
we forgot the plagues of Egypt,
The water turned Blood,
The frogs,
The Lice,
The flies,
the pestilence of livestock,
the Boils,
The thunderstorm and the hail of fire,
The locust,
The darkness,
The death of first born.
This wind also affirmed our frailty.
Man! You are not in Charge.

Copyright © Macaulay Akinbami | Year Posted 2020

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/man_you_are_not_in_charge_1248487