It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of painWhen in the heat of emotionWe ignited the flameThough we were warnedWe refused to heedNow, a thousand years laterWe are slaves to our greed. It’s the 7th againThe anniversary of youth When despite all pleas We strayed from truthNow, in aged wisdomAnd with ragged spriteWe curse the yearsWhen we … Continue reading 7th.
Fresh wine foams in grandpa’s cup.It is thanks to our palm trees! There’s oil in grandma’s soup.It is thanks to them! There’s sponge to scrub their dishes clean.It is thanks to our palm trees! There’s sheltering thatch above their hut.It is thanks to them! There’s soap, black soap, to wash their clothes.It is thanks to … Continue reading Salute To Our Palm Trees
Years ago when I met youI was thinking all about meMonths apart you showed meWhy it has to be about usI still did not comprehendyou were willing to apprehendMy human self felt limitedYour spirit made me rooted Years ago as I moved onI was thinking how I got hereMoments apart you told meI was here … Continue reading Years Ago
My dear independent country is fifty. In its golden jubilee, this is the time to clink glasses and wear smiles for the photograph. I expected a large carnival with sequined kaftans and vivid display of our cultural heritage. I needed to be overfed with stories of green technology, flawless power supply, countless modular refineries, rapid … Continue reading My First Night
Oh gracious mother of watersbeautiful woman has comequeen of joy pleasing to thy kingOh green eyed silent beautyVoice as sweet as a kind heartEye brows as straight as an arrowOh great mediator of divineFingers coated with melted goldShaped with a swan like neckOh princess among many othersResolute cheeks steady as gazeGleaming hair with black locks … Continue reading OSHUN : African Beauty
A song of people passing by To and fro all the day Each with a head of worry Save the little innocents making merry. Ah!Here comes the old haggard caricature Muttering incantations ancient,invoking deities ancient. Leaving behind a trail of her wooden companion. They say she was once magnificent; When God and man ruled nature. … Continue reading A Song of People Passing by.
Your clothes are flimsy as ragsWith dirt’s that stench the airYour skin is dry and creakyLike a bread that lost its touchYour mouth always quick to speakWith a voice sounding like drumsDespised in the land of everywhereWanted in the company of no oneOh harridan avert from thy ways Your heart is like the moonborrowing the … Continue reading Harridan
Freedom, we seek absolute freedomFrom the brazen grip of rulers of the kingdomWe shall take no less than absoluteCos’ we’ve played too much of the fluteThe raging blood of our past heroes mustn’t be in vainWe must strive until we ease their painless painMen who were too bold to be deterredMen who were haunted, but … Continue reading Arise Africa