₦airaland Forum

don88:
WOLE SOYINKA: THE ABIKU OF REMO FOREST
By Osobu Suuru Alexander
donalexander88@yahoo.com

Dined on Olumo rock
Wined in the solitary forest of Egba
Danced a million times
With bush-baby
Until the relics on face
Severed the umbilical cord

Beautiful Ebora
Eating eight and half decades
A divine ointment gift
After many dyings
On the slab of junta

Serenity;
An enclave to commune
The goddess of Golden Fleece
Source in “Ijegba” fortress

Only on board
Flying coffin in the galactic
Otherwise, Nigeria’s political orbit
Peace of mind punctured
Over tangled seat
Yet, generational rivalry

African path
Lost in the Mediterranean
As Stanley meets Mutesa
Eroding our culture.

don88:
TO OUR DEAD
Osobu Suuru Alexander

Adoration and glory
Just like unto the Lord
It’s a taboo
Speaking evil against our dead

Acumens, accolades
And doxologies
To our dead

Our dead spend more
Than the living
The living carry
The bills unimaginably tall

More dignified to be dead
Than living
Unpalatable to the seeds in my abode

Bitter the taste of beef
As sweet as honey
After our dead soared beyond
The world unknown

A lean figure
Kwashiorkor-bloated tummy
Marasmus-cheeks
Inside a fat casket
Adorned with metal gold

A massaging casket
Unto the dead
While alive the bed-bug mortal enemy
In the hut

More dignified to be dead
Than living
Unpalatable to the seeds in my abode

Seeds are crying
A tear not unto the dead
Gargantuan religious,
Traditional and societal rites

Fat honorarium;
In the cathedral
Blood of many dogs for the ancestors

Economic battered lean clients
Awaiting pounded yam,
Calabash of palm-wine to appease
The ancestors
Through their oesophagus- Temples

What belongs to Caesar
Must be given to Caesar!

It’s dignity to our dead
Unpalatable trepidation to the seeds
In my abode