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Olusegun Ojo Poem
All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch
We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love
Have you heard the talk-drum,
*Fela's horns of brass,
Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia?
My grandmother still walks miles
Just because her forbears did,
And shame on malaria
For the dearth of men
Oh, on Mandela's earth
Of Soyinka's nobel ideas
Africa - a big breast,
the good, the bad, the ugly. . .
all, as sucklings!
*palmie - palm wine
*Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician
*Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers
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I have led the tunnels
Depth of shadows
The shivers of dread
I can reach the lights and zenith
I have lost you
The things I did wrong
And those I failed to do
I will find love aright
I have found difference
In both the locus –
And its spatial might
I know the way of bridges
I am now so naked
Temptations and broken will
All have indeed sinned
I – by God – will make saint
Our sun is hotter
The ice melting, oceans rising
The earth is ill, her healing
In changing the world!
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When caught mid-flight
End to bloat against gravity
Thanks, rejection is not of the earth
My eyes are welling
I won’t hold back with shame
Even warriors often times loosen, weeping
A good mother’s breast thrust
Not in for the oldest trade
Gives the child, from infant, the best trust
The sexton is a pagan
Lushness of the hashish field
Makes his story from Canaan
Morals pillar nobility
But nature spares by –
Insofar as the choice is moderacy
Over me they seek to keep
They can shape me, me too a shaper
Just that I start a peep
A quest to solve the world
Challenged to fix my head
Get me defined – no word
Launch talks for luck
One screen sets parts
Grace, lone-stands, earns buck
Formless strife made me worry
An envoy made as of succubus
Made me awoke being sorry
He who sounded the gong
Has done it wrong
And rhythm’s lost in our song
The earth, about the Sun, rotates
Science, my house remains on its plot
Lies make the pupils dilate
Africa! Here some questions
Khartoum, Mogadishu, Malaria, HIV, Genocides . . . ?
Orients through Occident find me solutions
Muses – a kind that’s potent
Might make me hit the laureate’s podium
And be free of amateurish latent!
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Olusegun Ojo Poem
Between vanity
and task for leading
waits - lay wisdom
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Life – herein I found you defined
Simplicity? Mad rush, in rat-race…
Sweats from the frets of acceptance
Mine quota of earth’s bliss
Life – living and its complexities
The universe, as polygon, and its sides?
Just the tipping elusive,
And rumbles, even in pursuit of peace
And in its leading – Life,
The placing of order, and schooling,
Of days, nights, harmattan, and rains
Yet chaos leads the many elements
Living the quotes,
In its unbending lexis
And some twists along
Seeking for happy endings
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In the place of the rising sun
Where fasts break on sushi
And the sumo's size a delight
The earth wriggles – wets our kimonos
Took stuffs up to origami
And dampens muses for haiku
As the sunrise
We are in Nippon
Together!
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On this one line
I go on pushing my lot
My id, my leading
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The night, with everything humid
Took us to the balcony
Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe
Amidst queries – we reached about stars
Why the luminance, clusters, variance?
Non astrologer, She did a best
But one premise struck
Each man has one up there
She answered – to everywoman too
Where is mine?
That, she pointed: the brightest.
Why . . . what about yours then?
Mine is in you, son
The place in your father’s house.
And She was my mother!
(Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)
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Don’t blame me for the difference
Apart from the variance of time
There is of parentage, location
And factoring in of education
I like the counsel, and its source
Can only be agreed of as wise
My views are judged non-yielding
But first and last . . . its me
Maybe this will help
Biometrics – the id, genes, and history
Rest assured won’t betray you
Even when the thought has been I had
Give my rebellion its chance
I see it won’t end up prodigal
I am armed beyond joey and eaglet
Believe me, I am your boy, and also man
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On and on, the memorial counting
Upon your epitaph in our looking
We know your womb formed missions
Your back carried visions
And your breast fed nations
Dear mother, even though short
Your passage’s engraved on the earth.
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