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Emmanuel Okpoti Poem
ENOUGH WITH YOUR
IRRITATING RUMPUS
PANDEMONIUM GBUDU
GBANG!
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE HERE?
"I AM MY ME"...AND SO WHAT?
ARE YOU THE FIRST OR THE
LAST,
TO HAVE ACHIEVED THAT
FEAT?
THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE AND
ABLE?
IF YOU CARE....
JOB DIED WHILE APPLE,
FRESH.
OOOOH GBUDU GBANG WHY?
WHEN WILL ALL THIS
COMMOTION STOP?
THE LASS WAS A TODDLER
WHEN YOU ENCOUNTERED
ANAANU
AND STILL HARK BACK
HULLABALOO.
DID WE NOT HAIL YOU WHEN
YOU OUTWITTED THE
OUTWITTER?
WHEN YOU UNWOVEN
ANANSE'S BYZANTINE WEB
AND UNDID HIS MYSTICAL
LOOMS, DID WE NOT PRAISE
YOUR WIT?
SO WHY THE HARK BACK
HULLABALOO?
I TELL YOU,WE ARE NOT TIRED
OF YOUR EXPLOITS
BUT OF THEIR STALE
CELEBRATIONS.
IF ONLY I COULD GET YOU
ENOUGH WATER TO SWALLOW
TO FILL THE NOISY THIRSTY
EMPTINESS OF UR LUMEN
THEN WE COULD HEAR THE
SWALLOW'S CHIRP.
FOR HE TOO I KNOW,HAS A
GREAT STORY TO TELL.
AND WHO KNOWS?
THE FEATHERED FELLOW
MIGHT PUT A FEATHER IN
YOUR CAP.
GBUDU GBANG!!!
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2012
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Emmanuel Okpoti Poem
Mogya We
MOGYA WE !MOGYA WE!
MOGYA WE!!
WHERE AT THOU?
WHERE LIES THEE, MOGYA
WE?
HAVE THE CORROSIVE
BREATHE OF NAI
YOUR AGE-OLD FATHER AND
NEIGHBOUR ERODED YOUR
RELICS?
WHERE LIES YOUR FIERY SELF,
MOGYA WE?
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN
WATER, MOGYA WE.
I LONG TO SEE YOUR FACE
AGAIN
OH FEARLESS ARBITER.
I FEAR YOUR WRATH,
YOUR JUSTICE I LONG
WHERE HAVE YOUR
ORDERLIES GONE
FOR MEN OF STEEL HAVE
ASSEMBLED.
GRACEFUL WOMEN WAIT,
EYES HEAVILY PREGNANT.
THE BIRTH RIGHT IS UNDER
SIEGE, ABLEKUMA OUR BANE.
OOOH MOGYA WE!
WHEN SHALL WE SEE?
WHEN SHALL WE GATHER
AGAIN
YOUR THRONE’S KNEE?
TO MAKE EAR TO YOUR
RIGHTEOUS REBUKE
AND BEHOLD BLAFO’S GAVEL
FALL TO MOTHERLY WAIL.
THEN JUSTICE, AGAIN
HOISTED.
MOGYA WE! MOGYA WE!!
MOGYA WE!!!
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2013
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Emmanuel Okpoti Poem
Years ago this meant something for us.
I didn't have much but managed the outing
Love being closer by was more than Frankie's
Next door offered a cool ambiance for our love to flourish. The breeze of the Atlantic and its beautiful waves beckoned us for a kiss.
And as the waves broke the serenity of the coast
They laid on the shore, a shinny bed for our lay
Beautiful, elegant and graceful woman. Mine.
Beaches, pools and whatnots were just places. Not more.
What mattered was our being together and closer.
What didn't matter was affection, cos we had it in abundance.
Breakup was far from consideration.
The thought boggled my mind to blue.
We had our own shade of red,
The heat of our love
Many times, eyes were red on you.
When covering glittered its usual shine.
With red-lip smiles I mocked these envious eyes
Cos secured in your heart, my love.
For ever.
The accident of breakup came too quickly.
I cannot believe I droves myself into this ditch under an early morning light.
I didn't think its effect will last beyond surgery neither. But alas.
As it turned out, something happened to love in that crush
And comeback was crippled with love, in one leg.
Now I limp with love, in one leg,looking for a piggyback.
Where are you my limping-love-valentine?
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2013
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Give me a drink for I have a
prayer to say
A hard native brew for a strong
supplication to Mawu.
I shall call Okplejen the mighty
God who bears the earth and
her siblings.
Then I will call Klotia and call
Amli
The tree that bore the fruit
from which seed this shoot
sprouted.
Ododoben full to empty
Warrior's linguist listen, hear
for your lord
Agoooo eii!! Agooo!
Kantankani boafo, King-bi King
Amlalobi Amlalo Ataa-Naa
Nyornmor I call on you
Keep not your ears away from
my cry
For tomorrow has come home
to today
A palanquin on a hill bears the
valley's regal
Kunim sits on a lofty valley
view at Neehu
Awaiting the glorious royal
descend to familiar cacophony.
The drag is long on the crag.
Hewaletse,I pray strength to
the often weary tendons of the
yoke bearer.
To body and soul, nourishment
and fortification.
O Yehowa, summon thy guards
to the palanquin's safety.
By fire at night, by clouds in
the day
you lead
Break the limbs of treacherous
men who ride on the veil of
darkness to commit evil
Blind the evil-envious eyes of
the wicked and dumb the
cursing tongue.
Surely the stranger-native must
come home safely and in glory.
Tswa ni omanye aba!
Hiao!!
Copyright © Emmanuel Okpoti | Year Posted 2013
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