Celebrated Headache

CELEBRATED HEADACHE. This Ota farmer recognized as Africans kobo Copper coin with a fluctuating photo, You load tomorrow’s volt into this Over sized portfolio, Debit, wearing materials stitched from Tattered pillows Only a goat perambulates and forgets His ancestral home. I size this situation on a scale to measure His kilo, Plural of the ring road is all you Telephoned Till my fathers became old. After ruling far away from Heath-row, You beg for additional white robe To continue your cataract legacy infected With disfigured quotes. II I learnt from you, that power is fragile Like flower, Today you sit on the highest tower Few minutes later, dry wind blew your Sanctuary like this meaningless brown powder. When I hit you on the road, As Yoruba always told The Culture with a symbolic throne. I must fall to prostrate, because Elder’s own the stronger bone. Remember your convoy of hope, You spoke to my people in a gentle Tone, See the gazed land of unlimited scope Although we die befriending cold My journey is satisfied with this Ordinary biscuit bone. Now you cant walk the streets Without been stoned. The logo for any hero, Is to eradicate zero’s and communicate Growth. III I know you will live long And remain strong, so you have a Taste of this rotten corn shared on this Decayed road, You served on a plater of fading gold. Even as your interesting biography Is purposely clothed with apologies Your lungs will rust like metal in this Liquid cup. Listen to the bold voice from the Nigerian soil, Dedicated to the logo my unknown Hero. HABIB AKEWUSOLA.