THE FOLLOWING POEMS ARE ALL CULLED FROM MY BOOK, ORIKI (PRAISE POETRY)
The Lord says to tell you,
that you’ll be great,
and everybody will know your name,
but you must pray,
‘cos enemies are laying prey,
on your way,
and we have to do something without delay
We’ll fast and pray,
for a hundred days,
but I know you’re frail,
so there is another way.
I’ll fast and pray for you,
but you know you have to pay,
before God will hear what you have to say.
Take care of the servant of God,
and you’ll rise to the top,
here’s the account number of the church.
If there was no Obafemi Awolowo,
there would be no ‘Awoism!’
Without Fela Anikulapo-Kuti,
there would be no ‘Abami-edaism!’
If Gani Fawehinmi didn’t live,
then there would be no ‘Fawehinmism!’
Sunny Ade’s tunes feel good to my ears,
and I tingle with delight,
when I listen to Ebenezer Obey of yester years,
Sunny Okosuns was steps beyind his peers,
and Alabi Pasuma is still here.
I want to say thank you to my heroes,
for serving as sources of inspiration,
and examples worthy of emulation.
Thank you for following your dreams,
for in doing that,
you have given me the courage to follow mine!
I’ll say it again, oh!
Can it be so?
Must it be so?
Oh, this is a terrible blow!
It’s gone straight to my bone,
oh, it’s in my soul,
I’ve lost the flow,
I’ve lost the glow,
I’m not the man I used to know,
this is not my soul,
it must have been exchanged with a clone,
oh God! The Soul Snatcher came to my abode,
and stole away my soul,
and in place planted a stone,
I’m cold, I have no soul,
trampled on like a shoe sole.
Please, don’t tell I told you so,
but the Soul Snatcher is coming to your abode,
tonight, to take away your soul,
VICTIMS OF LUST
We used to be lovers,
and our relationship was tight.
all we do is fight,
so she asks me,
what she’s not doing right.
What she’s not doing right,
is that we’re not right.
We don’t fit,
and we got together,
in the thick of heat.
We’re victims of lust!
We listened to our eyes,
and they told us lies.
Square peg can’t fit in a round hole,
I guess we just have to let it go,
we should have known,
love is not an event,
it is a process.
Some say I’m crazy,
others say I’m being a baby,
some say I’m being lazy,
still, some say i’ve being acting weird lately.
They say i’m high,
but they don’t know what it is.
‘Is it gin, beer or cannabis?’
-nobody knows a thing.
‘Is it a phase or is he really loosing it?
-is the word on the streets.
I’m high, alright,
plus, I’ve being staying up all night.
I’m high on love,
‘cos I fell in love at first sight,
when i saw Folake at the mall that night.
Pardon me if I’m walking in a daze,
I’m out of space,
i’m in the realm of love and fantasies.
NB: PLEASE GRAB A COPY OF ORIKI (PRAISE POETRY)…….I GUARANTEE THAT YOU’LL ENJOY IT.
IT IS AVAILABLE AT TERRA KULTURE BOOKSTORE ON TIAMIYU SAVAGE, VICTORIA ISLAND.