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OROKI
(For Osogbo home towner)


Osogbo, the town of aró*
The land that owns the fruit of hospitality
Oroki asala+**
Where leopard was seized from Àrè***
When he now hunted vulture,
He was licensed to go away with it
That what will they do with vulture's meat.

Osogbo oroki
The child of the goddess of living-cool-waters
The goddess who doctored without fee,
Who gives healing and honey water to children
She who speaks sweetly to the multitude,
Who brought the secrets of copper.
Yeye, who help in renewing person's ecstasy.

Abundant of indigo dye
incites the love for Oshogbo
Bountiful esuru**** in oroki,
makes ones legs hungry for a trip to Osogbo
The home of the loyal friends
The land of atewogbeja*****
Who knows the language of the big fish.

Osun osogbo aloha!
Greetings to you,
Son of the beautiful woman with many children
Osogbo oroki that absorbs the landlord
And also welcomes the visitors.

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Glossary
*indigo dye
**another name for osogbo
+Asala literarily means; run to safety
***one whose relatives is not known
****bitter yam
*****one who stretches hand to receive the goddess fish

ROMAN HOLIDAY IN BURMA

They have come in their millennial
Holding hills and rivers,
For the chance to cross into a peaceful land
And escape the Roman-holiday in their own land
Perpetrated by the force,
With the order of the state head,
Backed by the fanatics of the blessed Buddha.

What the hell is flourishing in Burma?
Why is everyone's mouth shackled in silence?
Oh! Is it 'cos of the oppressors are running infants?
But We won't wave sword till we all assemble before him,
for the account of every deeds of ours over here

Where are the army of human right?
Who war for helpless children and women,
And bury bullets of injustice for the defenceless men
Where are the world Superpowers?
To hush the brutality of Rohingya minority
And help lure sanity back to Burma.


Why is everyone in supports of their cheeks
with palm of no concern?
While lives are being cruely auctioned at ease
in the Allah's allies dominated clan of Hindi neighbourhood.
Why is no one giving out their shoulders
for the victim of Burma genocide to weep on?
If no one cares amidst of you;who could dare
Tell me not about human right you said:
buys liberty to humanity.

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HISTORY LEAF

Those bastards and betrayers of communal trust,
Suckers and drainers of masses sweats.
Those who have wrinkled
Our green rising age

They, the obsequious agent of imperialism
The devoted minion of neo-conolialism
Those who in their faculty
Rooted in shackling and caging our land,
Fixing Africans in odious independence,
Making capitalism eternal,
Running down our resilient energy
For the sight of tomorrow's light.

They are the riped citrus
Who dares to lash its mama.
They are the beast, the he-goat
Who ask for its gold's back in bed
There are first class prodigals
Who priced us cheaply to the forbidden skin
From across the sea.

Are we not the civilization craddle?
The Egypt pyramid - an evidence.
The first man is Owu man
We knew that from science
Let's sprayed out all living
In the land of sahara,
If the earth won't spin to halt.

Nkurumah is away forever
Shankara we had lost to the ghosts' land
Gadaffi has recieved an handshake with the spirit
Mandela now owns an apartment down below
Awo, Zik and Sardauna
Had quenched thier thirst from Asarailu's pot.
The home now empty, only people's noise could be heard.

We call upon the dead,
When the living efforts in naught
Youth! I mean you
That's not your seat
Go open the history leaf.

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THE WEDLOCK BANDS


The nuptial rings
Exchanged on the altar
Before God and His creators
Made of metal
That worth one's weight in gold
It's of earth shape
Calling the attention
Of all the wearers;
Love is an unending circle

The wedlock rings
Tell the world;
Husband and his eve
Comes rain and sun
Near or out of sight
Will remain together
And never part


And at that moment
When the groom slips
The ring through his bride's fourth-left finger
And the bride repeats same
To her right-man
Tell them and all the world

Let them know that
In the voyage of maritality
Everyday will not
Be Jesus's birthday
The wedding ring is symbol
Of love and fidelity
Faithfulness and commitment
Of a person to the wearer

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COMING OF A NEW ANTHEM

What have we profited?
Count them to my auditory.
When white house was being ruled
by the skin of Africa.
Aren't we ought to harvest a thing
From the dust raised during the
Jinx broken victory?

Are you from the Mars or dead already?
Who helped the killing of Gaddafi?
Telling Libyans, he hates them.
He is greedy and cruel.
But now,
Why is Libyans searching for new Mouhamar?

Who put formal sodomi again
Threatened us to follow suit
You've forgotten so hastily
When we wholeheartedly for once
Rain praises but not curse as every time,
To them;
The red 'chamberers' and the green house dwellers

I don't need to tell you
Let alone the whole world
The masquerade under the
Unending cry of Syria
And the blood shedding all over
Here, in the land of neocolonialism

Now the world will change.
Listen, I'm not talking of climate change.
Our thought will be new again,
When a new President emerged,
In the State, the world most powerful nation,
Will we have a new world's anthem,
A very uncommon- common law.

If Ms. Clinton takes the anchor leg,
Even in Saudi, women will be Imams.
Trump should win then,
Hope your dream land is never America?

SOMEONE I WANT TO LOVE

Someone I want to love
Must be a murderer
A passionate killer
Have a Socratic look
And may be or not
From family like Plato

Someone I want to love
Must be skilled in robbery
Like the almighty Anini
Or a politician that,
Marries the dirtiness of the game

Someone I want to love
Must be among them
Who sell themselves for naira
The being I want to love
Must live in every continent
And stays in only one

Who I want to love
Must be of great sweetness
Like the chameleon's tongue
Who no eaters of the yummy
Escape the call to glory

Someone I want to love
Must have pen-note of malady
Better still of insanity
Must for once or lot
Be a Lieutenant in Kuje
Or a capo in Kirikiri

Someone I want to love
Must be a traitor
Presently in exile
With only hope of death
Like a man with Aids

Someone I want to love
Must hate me, loath me, so much
As to wish me eternity life
Knows our differences
So much as to ignore them

I want to love someone
Who is an outcast
For loving me.

''Smell your body before you eat the bread'' :Uche Chidozie Okorie

Ode to an Elephant ( A tribute to Prof Wole Soyinka)


They said the beautiful are not yet born
But the fearless are not yet gone
The Elephant of Egba still swaggers in the jungle
Even the lions dare not rumble
The great hawk that frightens the mother hen
The lone voice that straighten our nation when
The path derails
The black jaguar who swallowed the white snail
The iroko who stands when baobab fell



He carries the cloud on his head
And unites nations with his words
With His pen he conquers where sword fails
The one whose creativity oppress the oppressors
Looks fragile like china
But his courage can move idanre hills
The one who serve as a museum of our culture
The brave elephant in the forest of demons
The voice that refused to be silenced
When lips won't move

The fish who survived
Even when the climate was fearfully hot
The horseman who rode with death and kings
The lion who becomes the jewel of our heritage
And made us giants like the elephant of the forest
The one who deserves all the ink of an African poet
A ladder of attainment for the hopeless
Aiming for the sky


Even when the sculptures carve no more images
The one in his shelf will still reckon forever
A great icon to be canonise
A man who made history then turns legend
The great Elephant who knows
The trick of the jungle
The oracle who sits at the helm of knowledge
Your are truly a gem to our world.